Autumn comes.
As one door closes,
One door opens to another time,
A crystal time of monoshades,
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I read this poem first as it is Autumn where I live. Its a lovely time of year, you are right 'one door opens to another time'. It is also the time we should reap the fruit of our labours and store them up for winter time. We don't do that anymore, we just eat until we have had our fill, and then wonder why everything falls down.
I enjoyed reading your poems, Fred. I like Autumn the most,