there was a time when on cold autumn days
i would walk on fallen leaves
feel the chilly wind caress my hair
and stroll until comes the eve’
maybe sit a while to listen to a brook
draw a sketch or two or three
marvel at the vastness of the skies
and wonder what life held for me
still i long for days like that
a life with the slowest pace
the gentlest of times
as delicate as lace
Poetic Ponderings 
they are definitely COLD these days. and rainy. We still have the coloured leaves, but I this is otherwise the strangest Autumn I’ve ever seen.
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