last drops of gold

i see the light bleeds golden in the wood
a sign of kindness as the sun heads west
down the sky hill towards its time of rest
or that was what we all had understood
reality's beyond us bad or good
we watch the bird returning to her nest
and wonder at her energy and zest
as nature seems to vanish under hood
summer must end and autumn shall be back
to tease us and torment us with fair fruit
and then to toss us into winter's cold
time and slow age will place us on the rack
each of us in our shabby human suit
adding day to day soon becoming old