This poem began with a line early this morning but then the day started happening and now I'm letting the lines fall at free will here and there through-out the day...
Time’s skeins unfurl in silver mist
Across a world fresh and frost-kissed…
Fall falls in flavor; full, robust
It thrills in giggles of little boy blue
And spills from steeples of thinning
adieu
adieu
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!