a brisk morning walk late summer. early fall
crisp and clean my kind of weather
and I wondered when was the last time
the last time i enjoyed a walk so much
and I started musing about last times
We usually remember first times
some with fondness, some with regrets
some with joy, and some with sorrow
or simply I glad that's over with
but what about last times, we all have them
At my age I probably have more then most
people I will never see again
some of these I look back on with fondness
but also with loss and sadness
others I look back on and think, good
 they're out of my life, knock wood
also things that circumstances have taken away
whether from age, location, health,
the fact that place, time, opportunity
is out of reach or just isn't there anymore
but I must not dwell any longer on last times
there are still some first times left
and hopefully some next times as well

Summer's heat
it's humidity
the thunder storms
I can live with out
But Autumn is coming
I love Autumn
the cooler weather
the flights of geese
winging the way south
even their "honks"
the color of the season
the trees showing
their true colors
I've always loved Autumn
I played soccer
ran some cross-country
the last few rounds of golf
and then there is
Thanksgiving, a great meal
fellowship with the family
only one draw back
to my beloved Autumn
Winter is just around the corner