Leather gloves, blue car

A smell of autumn in the air

Country lanes, open fields

Sunlight’s w-i-n-k-i-n-g glare

 

Leafy, colourecanopies

A scattered, swirling wind

Delivery to waiting door

Nonagenarians smile: come in

 

Chesty cough, infected eye

Weary, tired bones

A quiet love still burning on

The luckiest – I know.

 

– Matilda Dancing 

 

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