Memories of falling leaves
as colors create a palette
we run our hands through the brilliance,
the scent of a winter to come
hangs on chilling air
as the fire reaches higher
incinerating the pieces gathered
we sit close together
remembering.
So much has changed
where those long ago days remain,
we gaze at the brilliance
of autumn sunset clouds
that wear the shades like gowns,
endlessly flowing by
we walk the beaches and find a new path
where time stands still
we follow our memories to smile again,
somewhere back in yesterday
a world away.
I miss the changing leaves of NY but not enough to fly North, enjoying Fall Florida style and endless gifts of beauty found along the way. Peace and blessings, K
Peace, Love and Patchouli 
Hi InfiniteZip. I prefer the cold and winter months. Though as the climates blend into one these time may soon be gone forever! Thank you for liking”Resigned!” Be Safe.#TheFoureyedPoet.
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Totally agree with you, I miss the colors but not enough to endure the cold! Your poem is beautiful, and captures the emotion feel of autumn in the northern climates.
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Different but no less beautiful in its own way, I’ve learned it’s all in how you see and feel about it…but keep the snow away thank you😃yikes, never ready for that….old bones like the warm😊☀️🌴
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Wonderful to find that Autumn’s beauty is not defined by a geographical location. Beautiful images.
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Thank you so very much😊
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This is so beautiful!
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