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Tis the season to colour your soul

Delectable Autumn.

I embrace your abundance of orange, red and gold

as leaves waft to the ground.

Nature’s wondrous way of ‘letting go’.

I feel your darkening days and the chill in the air.

Sharp winds pierce my face.

I hear the birds twittering as they make their plans for migrations --

Looking for a warm bed for winter.

I see apples strewn on the ground.

Then as a squirrel scurries across the garden I smile

And remember the joys of summer.

Who cares about the imminent winter

when I have so much to celebrate here.

And now.

◄ My Communal Dance

Dance for me my divine love. ►

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