Sitting here tonight recalling,
sitting there last week observing,
lamenting the last leaves falling.
A sure wind nibbling at their fingers,
loosening their fading purchase,
fading colour betrayed fading purpose.
Thieves crept into their crib one night,
and marked their vital lives as surplus.
Oh how that empty treeline makes me nervous.
Step Into The Nightmare 
The tags say it all: grief, loneliness, loss. Good bye, warm sunshine.
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Yes indeedy. The terrible inexplicables. Thanks very much for reading Susan 😉
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The trees are just hibernating 🙂
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Oh thank GOD for that. I thought it was some kind of worldwide massacre. I’ll sleep easier now 😉
This amnesia is KILLING me Mermadoodle!
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