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autumn winds
have blown a course
I never once imagined
lines already lost
beneath
the sand
constellations
shifted
beyond the grievous moon
turning from my place
to watch the band
removed
from all the wishing
where yet
an evening falls
distance closing –
echoes touching down
of words
I will remember
who will know them best
– the long night
laying words
without a sound
racing toward another
place I loved
the same –
was here I knew
tho eyes were closed
so tight
believing in
forever –
a life I might have known
had reason
not resolved my heart
to flight
. . .
tornadoday 
Perhaps it’s the sap of Christmas music as I sit in this laundromat alone, but I detect the wist of the season upon your breath, Bobbie!
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With your words and the image, it is magical and very entrancing! That looks like you in the picture! Have a lovely day!
Autumn winds still blow their course
and Winter’s not yet here
Snow and cold give no recourse
Stay warm and have good cheer.
……Seems ’tis a cold night in the hinterlands an’ in th’ south as well, darlin’ girl. Stay close to the fire wi’ a hot cup o’ tea, Write a sweet poem an’ do think o’ me….xo
Himself
powerful as expressed by a life full of energy you bear, morning or evening , it doesn’t matter ’cause it is you and not the evening.