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!

The layout is perfect for the rhythm to shine here.
Sometimes the thoughts we have turn into fiery poems, and often those thoughts burn up before they get to the page.
WE hope to be able to scrape up some of the embers and still put a piece on the page.
“here, here and especially here.”
j.

This was a fun read. I was told you get more philosophical when smoking. Instead, you get the brain burn. Nice