Darkness arrives early As we tumble into Autumn Into a landscape of change. Things mount like falling leaves Beneath the trees. Time to sweep clean. Held by a soft chair The comfort of a warm fire Sparks thoughts. Longer nights allow time To examine and reflect. Dig deep as the need Listen - A pressing invite to stay a while Perhaps a fleeting visit Or a time to say goodbye. As we gently move what has gathered
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