you would know I’ve sat within the thrush of nature
my soul is joyous there.
this cool fall evening offers a melody and my mind plunges into creative fidgeting.
my eyes wander from hues of verdant to hints of Autumn’s tangerine,
but it’s the obvious sounds of industry
that bring you closer to me.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I believe I detect a soft melancholy here. Hinted at rather than thrust into our faces.
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So grateful you sense me, which I’ve been hopeful for as of late. Wondering if my poetry had changed or if it were I. I prefer to dust around the unknown.
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I find letting Her (the Muse) take the lead works best overall.
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I’ve always believed this to be true. Waiting the arrival sends my soul searching instead of me allowing for patience. I desire writing like no other.
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Patience has great value.
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So much to learn.
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That’s for sure.
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There is always something about the coming of autumn, the changing of the seasons and weather is always a refreshing jolt, and you’ve penned a perfect line for this: “this cool fall evening offers a melody and my mind plunges into creative fidgeting…” Autumn is a time for creativity, and gets the mind moving. It sounds like you are doing well, and along with all the reds mixed within the autumn colors, this doesn’t surprise me. 🙂
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Good to hear the word verdant, Audrey. Lovely poem.
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T’was for you, Butch. Thank you for your comment and kind words of encouragement. Good to see you. Praying you and Molly are well.
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We are spectacular. Thank you. 😁
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Wonderful, John
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Are you back for good now, ma’am?? Please know you’ve been missed — and this is an excellent way to re-enter!
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I never truly plan to fall off the face of the earth. Just been super busy sending my first born off to college.
Thank you for reading. Good to see you, Debbie. Hope you are well.
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College??? And here, I thought your kids were little ones!! Hang in there, Mom — you’ll survive and the kiddo will, too!
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Thanks! I will survive. He is doing wonderfully.
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Of course he is — you’re his mama and gave him the roots he needs. But giving him wings is a bit harder on mamas, huh?!!
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So good to see signs of Red in my life again. Happy autumn to you and thanks for your great art.
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Aw, super sweet of you, my friend. Happy Autumn to you, as well.
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It’s so good to see a notification from you in my inbox. It’s good to see you. I love this poem, and I’ve missed your poetry. I hope all is well.
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Hi, Dan. You continue to offer such a warm greeting to the woman who tries to be a writer. I hope you feel my gratitude. Wonderful to see you. I pray you guys are doing well. ♡
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We are well, Audrey. I love poetry, but it’s hard to comment some times, as poems mean so many things to people. I always enjoy reading your work.
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The beauty of poetry is being allowed to feel your own way. Blessed to have you here and feeling, my friend.
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We are healthy here in Nebraska. Loads of change, but good.
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Ahh, the colours of Autumn have aroused your creative pen… 😊
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Autumn is my favorite time of year. Love the cool mornings and the sounds of the season changing. Thanks for reading, Ivor
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Audrey, it’s good to see you back! And with such a beautiful poem. 💕
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Hey there, Betty. Feels nice to be back in some way. Thank you for your patience. Hope you are well.
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😎😎😎
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Hi, Hemm. Thanks for reading.
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