It does sound like a town that has been forgotten. You described it well, so sad.

I lived there for 17 years. But had to move, the police moved out and glitches moved in. They set up tents and overtook the place.
j.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is beautiful. I like the description of the wind begging for attention.
Welcome to Stars Rite.

Autumn is my favourite season – is there there anything that explains that death is an un-permanent? Whatever the long sleep, there’ll be a memory, an emotion, a tear or two, a baby born and happines derived from that wee darling’s first cry. You write with enormous sensitivity to life and also your love of Life and its companions. Many, many thanks for sharing not on fine writing but its meaning.

As beautiful and inspiring as autumn is, to witness the leaves in their pendulum dance, has a tendency to get me a little emotional. We learn so much from the trees – in their letting go. Your poetic offering of such an eloquent season brings it all into view, Betty. Thank you for your inspiring words today!