Autumn and the ending of the year

Not to be lonely Ever since moving here, counting one-digit numbers, one more, one less, on and on. Dahlias and Lilies blossom, now dried Lavender and violets keep me company. If only my mute things, all my beauties shelved, where company enough.

Autumn is here for good, late as it arrived this year, first time for me to watch the old year shed its colours and fade away here. This year fast approaches the closing of its circle, and looking back I am drawn to take stock of this past almost-a-year, but the hand trembles, I shy away.