There is a single leaf flying
in this my autumn gloaming,
a leaf fluttering light
as if being orchestrated
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the height of love, the low of lack there, the unbelief of the end.
Poignant, yet full of robust hope. The poem is exquisite in its execution, carries the reader along and arrests them.
A wonderful piece Lonnie, where life forever grows with that special kind of love...that we all need..to be honest....Great work....keep expressing and exploring...you have a wonderful gift with words
Yes seasons change but never end; there is always a new vista of life. Flask of time is wonderful metaphor that carries lot of meanings. The poem is full of hope and last concluding lines are really beautiful. You have the art to make words worth reading. Best Regards. Naseer