The first day of autumn will tumble in;
leaves will crumble into a mosaic rug,
the soil will gentle back to humus,
the birds will nestle in their twigs,
pulling down-feathers over heads,
and I will sit in at my favorite window
sipping tea, waiting for the glass to fog.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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Poetic Meanderings 
First morning of autumn descending on us with a gentle breath of coolness to our faces
Inviting us to enter in to a new phase
A time to move on yet offering a chance to transition
From holding on to memories of a colorful summer then later to begin letting go as the leaves start falling
For autumn is designed for quiet reminiscing
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Yes, I love the thought of quiet reminiscing. Thank you for your beautiful comments.
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