Could this be the final day
of an autumn that I thought would last?
A mellowing of red between us
once crackling emotions now dust bits
collected in a whirling dervish
carried away in the wind.
Now I am an empty street waiting
for the street light to click on.
Predictable and ever awed
by the chance
to begin again.
© Ali Grimshaw
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
This is lovely.
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Thank you Miriam. I always appreciate hearing from you.
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You’re most welcome.
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I delight in your reminder of possible renewal with the seasons. 🙂
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Thank you Karyn. I appreciate hearing from you.
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Predictable and ever awed
by the chance
to begin again.
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Thank you Kirsten. I appreciate your reflection.
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