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a time for telling, abundance, ageless, allowance, choice, destiny, divine intuition, gravel roads, home, journey, love, story
today I found another
note –
a reminder tucked away
beneath the eaves
flat against the wall
amazing how
the weather turned
but not a line
was lost
to autumn’s beating branches
winter’s silent fall
I wonder
as the ancient west
spins to dark again
will there we meet anew
some other time
daring in our fearlessness
to write our names
as one –
easing as a season
into rhyme
. . .
…hopefully…
Lots of morning greetings from Lu
I really like this lyrical poem – lovely!
Wonderful!