Orange and yellow and red
Chilled air tinged with the subtle scent of falling leaves
Light’s new dance opens a veil, revealing Nature’s Soul
Soft skin, hushed laughter, tender touches, passion’s flame
Awaken the memories, stir the longing
They call to me, You call to me across space and time
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Not autumn already? A beautiful set of words Plato – created a whole host of images in my mind.
No not yet but the last couple of early mornings had something different about them that made me think we have made the turn tiward Fall
Very beautiful imagery. Could even smell it. It’s the most soulful time of year.
Was just thinking about you, down there in Alabama…!