This is beautiful. I like the description of the wind begging for attention.
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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!

Most on cell phones being anywhere else besides where they actually are.
j.

Remember when just finding change for the pay phone was the goal to call someone. Now its like your always reachable. No one disconnects. Nice poem

Beautifully penned, Tim. Dig the nostalgic flavor of this write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian