A woman of autumn, I am,
in this third stage of my being,
lightly seasoned with sage,
clearly no longer green.
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'Mountains in November', Julia Lesnichy. A landscape of Dewena's beloved and beautiful, Blue Ridge Mountains. |
But I know a wise, wintry soul
from the south, who gently calms
stormy hearts from afar, in a manner
sweetly reminiscent of spring,
for the blooming smiles and
warmth that she brings.
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'Carolina Wren in Autumn', Janet Zeh |
Our minimalist, mutual friend,
whose yearning and yen for
wabi sabi and zen, fittingly
nests in the home of a wren,
and whatever the season,
meets and greets the world
from her window.

This post is dedicated to two sweet hearts,
Wishing them both a speedy recovery!
Thanks for visiting
and have a lovely week!
xo
Poppy
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