Autumn is here.
Can you hear her?
She’s all russet haired and freckled faced and feral voiced…
Listen.
She’s calling you.
And if she’s not
calling you then she’s whispering to me.
The world is cooler
from her frosty kiss,
Burning fingertips
gentled,
Feverish brains
soothed.
Candy colored trees
and wool sweaters stacked high on a wooden bench.
Rasberry perserves
and lattice topped pies,
A little cigar in the
early morning air and coffee from a thermos.
No one thinks that
the boy with the rough hands and three day stubble on his chin is Secretly
carrying Virgil in that pocket there, but I know.
Listen to what she
has to say…she’s calling for change.
Offering you
excitement about what YOU are offering this world.
Listen.
Listen.
xo xo Liz
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