This time of year,
the chill begins to settle
hearts speak a caution,
soul will wander alone
This time of year,
our memory is masked,
a desire to move forward,
a need to say good-bye.
This time of year,
always that wonder
the silence of an august
perhaps a bitter sunrise.
This time of year,
the shadows are nearing,
lives begin to settle,
cold winds ask forgiveness.
This time of year
we still feel so near.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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