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:
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.
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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So spare and lovely.
The one thing I take away form this good poem is the magical moment, as I see it, that changed the situation. Well done!