I feel the Autumn of life arrive.

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That quiet whistle before the tempest,

a strand of hair lifted with stormy sent

advertising how time certainly went

without a signal or formal request.

You recognize the Summer has nightfall

leaving fertile the ground for renewal,

where the spring seeded wild flowers were plucked

and first bronze tan burned leaves gently glided.

Soon our feet will crack the crispy mantle,

lemon, carrot, cerise and chocolate,

colored sounds of the past paving our path

sedimented under frequent sun bath.

Then, freezing cotton will carpet this earth,

we'll warm hands around hot beverages

from the plants we sprouted throughout these years,

covered in adventure collected cloths.

But I'll mention Winter when I get there,

for now I need to garden and prepare!

By Chris Yellow

From: Portugal

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