Autumn,
I heard your coming in an August wind,
in a torrential September rain,
awaiting it’s nakedness,
welcoming a lost sun and gentle breezes.
Upon these steps I sit and gaze on the glory of the shedding Season.©
When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Windmills of My Mind 
Simply beautiful
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Thank you Sheldon! xx
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This is so beautiful! Just wonderful.
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It is wonderful to hear so.
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Love the picture x
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Oh yes….welcome…..kat
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Mind if, “I sit and gaze on the glory of the shedding Season” with you?
Totally delightful
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My pleasure Eddie to have you sit beside me and bask in it’s Autumn glory!
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Love the poem, Autumn is a very beautiful time of the year.
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Simply colorful, it represents my soul
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So atmospheric!
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