The River Road

Poem No. 178

The air is cool and gentle this morning — a relief after weeks of temperatures playing around the 100ºF mark. It has me looking forward to autumn coziness, and reminds me of this poem I wrote late last year, about an evening walk by the river:

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The River Road

We walked the river road at dusk,
worrying softly over old futures 
and new pain,

until a cloud of sparrows moved
suddenly through young trees
aflame with yellow leaves

and we stopped to watch them
rise in the fading light,
carrying our breath away.

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I hope my poem this week finds you well, and perhaps, like me, eagerly anticipating autumn. (One of my top four favorite seasons, btw. 😉)

Thanks for reading,
~ A

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