One Golden Evening Sunset.

When October lets her leaves
fall. Strong winds will blow,
and call. Sands will slow, and
stall. And then I am, where. I
was once again. When on this path
I find. What was once, pushed ahead,
now steps behind. Clocks stop, and
her hand unwinds. To relive again,
this age in time...

by Rebecca Navarre

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Lovely poem, Rebecca. I love when October let's her leaves fall, and the cyclical movement. Summer still in its heat here, but I too have been feeling a foreboding of the winter that will come. And years that pass so quick.y...