stopped by mental droughts,
the clinking of dinner glasses
and the imperceptible gleam of interest
in your eyes.
A post meal,
solitary forest walk confesses
the complexity of your desire
to know more and see everything.
I'm on the edge of that stream
(yes, this way)
watching you crush fallen
red hued leaves.
Twilight calmly steals my view.
The collapse stops my heart.
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I know I haven't been writing much lately. Mentally, I've been in a bit of a slump. Seems the days are getting shorter and the breeze blows in just as the sun sets. The changing of seasons is almost imperceptible in this neck of the woods, but I feel it coming. Soon I'll be crunching my own dry red leaves underfoot and my soft soft sweaters will emerge from their bin under the bed....Autumn means weekend trips to Apple Hill, wine tasting in the foothills and spooky preparations to frighten munchkins who show up at my doorstep on All Hallows Eve.
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