Below the Surface

looking in your window

smells of autumn swirl

as sunshine bounces from golden leaves

a breeze carries last waves of warmth

no longer dressed in summer blooms

tall branches wave

flags snap in the wind

reminding that time marches unwavering

cataloging memories

with eyes fixed forward

as miles stack behind

dragonflies have long passed by

while seasons change

searching for a pot of gold is futile

without laying in fields along the way

get back to loving each other

to stay right here

is no small ask

moments that matter

are easier to cherish

when played at a slower speed

paths are set by the stars

and the determined heart

turning points often marked

by unseen corners

hold on loosely

river in autumn
Cumberland, RI

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