The air in my corner of the world is crisp with an autumn chill, and the leaves are just starting to turn. I am escaping outside to enjoy it, returning to a favorite place…
as a child
through woodland wandered
touched the roots
with gentle feet
heard the rumble
wisdom ancient
patience
tapping
riches
deep
grown I walk
through concrete wasteland
trip on cracks
with tired toes
hear the grumbles
people modern
hurried
rushing
vacant
flows
return me now
to verdant fields
surrounding me
the soft wind thrills
heaven pressed
the air’s alluring
nature
soothing
my soul
stills
~
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Nice!
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Thank you, Tom! 😊
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Beautiful 🌹
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Thank you so much! 😊💕
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You are welcome😊
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Thank you for the share! 😊
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It is happening here too. Fall. Autumn. Thank you for a lovely post about it.
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Thank you so much, Anne! Enjoy all those lovely colors.
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“heaven pressed
the air’s alluring
nature
soothing
my soul”
This is my favorite time of year.
Your words capture my feelings so well.
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That was lovely! Thank you. 😊💕
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Ah! Lovely thoughts. The best thoughts.
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Thank you so much, Jennie! It means a lot to me. 💕
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I’m so glad. You’re welcome, Tanya. 😍
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