This is a time with which I can identify,
The autumn scheduled soon to take her leave,
Filled with a strength in which I can believe,
There's music in the wind that passes by,
And deep within my heart a restless sigh,
Like creaking stalks of corn, and yet again,
The fragment of along ago refrain,
As blackbirds wing their way across the sky.
Here is a season like unto myself,
Not by our chance our close affinity,
A new awareness almost stunning me,
Brings joy into a heart so long bereft,
...I find a new perspective, having left
The past behind where it was meant to be.
~ Grace E. Easley
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