I sensed
Its approach
One morning
Leaving for work
In the dark
Not like an
Impending
Sense of doom
Just a weightiness
Not present
The day before
Changing seasons
Can feel that way
Filled with both
Beauty and angst
Watching leaves fall
After Stunning
Transformations
Mourning their loss
While clinging
To the hope
Of new buds
In the Spring
Relishing falling
Temperatures
Cooling my skin
Mourning the
Consequent
Dwindling
Of sunshine
While clinging
To the hope
Of new light
Following the cold
Dark days of winter
Believing once again
This heaviness will lift
Piano Girl 
This is a beautiful poem, Kelley. I felt it as I read it. That deep sensitivity to the rhythms of nature…so real, bittersweet and lovely, all of these in the same moment. 💜🍁
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Thank you, Carrie. ☺️🍂
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Kelly,
This resonates with me. I shift in and out of my melancholy as the temperatures change. Keep your eyes on love. I appreciate your beautiful heart.
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Thank you, Ali. ❤️
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