When October lets her leaves
fall. Strong winds will blow,
and call. Sands will slow, and
stall. And then I am, where. I
was once again. When on this path
I find. What was once, pushed ahead,
now steps behind. Clocks stop, and
her hand unwinds. To relive again,
this age in time...
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Lovely poem, Rebecca. I love when October let's her leaves fall, and the cyclical movement. Summer still in its heat here, but I too have been feeling a foreboding of the winter that will come. And years that pass so quick.y...
Thank You! ! ! Laurie, You Are Very Kind! ! ! ! ! Thought.. I'd read somewhere, we are only a 1/4th the way to winter, Thank God! ! ! ! ! I Always So Love, Love The Fall! ! ! ! ! Yet, It Has Always Been A Deep Emotional Time. Though Sometimes I Wish, Time Would Freeze And It Would Stay Fall All Year Round.. For God, , , Yes The Years Pass To Quick... To Only Hold Time In Our Hand...heh. Your Poetry Is Ever So Beautifully Inspiring! ! ! ! ! ...From Many Mountain, May It Ring! ! ! ! ! Across Many Plane May It Sing! ! ! ! ! Pray, Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again! ! ! ! !