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I Ought to Autumn So much time into the calendar soon the straw colored light will be white. Time to start something new before the frost sets in. Remembrances of long walks and echoes of voices and trails walked on before. Time is moving on as Autumn, the weight is heavy. Bared by straw colored light strong limbs with twigs, upon which birds sit in oak and spruce. It has been many years since a flame. The horizon of lavender and yellow streaks the sky with new possibilities to ignite. As the rain dropping on dying grass and crisp leaves, new sounds and senses are stirring and my mind is yearning. The cliche--nothing ventured nothing gained picks up with the wind which blows hard right about now. I should accept his invitation to go out let my defenses fall as the leaves brown and golden. |
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