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.
© Alicia Grimshaw Reposting from 2016
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Haunting words as the world sits on the knife-edge of emptiness…
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Thank you for the poetic reply.
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It’s a pleasure…
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Predictable and ever awed
by the chance
to begin again.
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Thank you for your reflection.
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Love the title and the analogy. The emptiness of that street says it all as it’s an emptiness I know all too well. This is beautiful poetry.
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Thank you for the kind response. I love hearing that my words have connected with your experience.
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You are most welcome.
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Beautiful poem of hope.
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Thanks Miriam.
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I hope this Autumn, is a better season for you, than last years.
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Love this
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Thank you for your response.
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