This life is no metaphor-
fallen like an autumn leaf,
bright from the point of view of a passer by.
Long nights hemmed in busy days-
trying to save the light
in the darkness of a yearbook.
This life is no metaphor-
cold like November rain,
warm from the point of view of a coffee cup.
Treasure like a saved memory,
Familiar like a well read book-
each line bridging the gaps within.
♥
Spread the words..
A Journey Called Life ... 
Love this splendid imagery and emotion!
Blessings from me and uncle. I can understand how busy you might be. We have passed that stage, dear children grow up very quickly.
Days are short and that’s one big inspiration for my writing.
Doing alright here. Days are so busy that I take moments to calm down and then hold a pen. I always make my mind still like water before jotting down my thoughts. I miss you and your posts. So whenever I am around, I go to your place and see what you are up to. Love and regards to you and uncle. ❤
Hi Archita! How you are doing? Missing your posts. This is a lovely poem.Love and best wishes to you and yours
Loved reading on a warm autumn afternoon. Days are short but so amazing to read your poem after months.