It starts,
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
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This hush has permeated my being. I've been sleeping more, sending letters, taking long slow walks, appreciating the filtered sunlight.
I am sitting on my patio more, trying to soak up all the sunlight and warmth before it fades.
ReplyDeleteI love imagining that image of you. I also imagine that you had some furry company :)
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