Autumn is a time for ghosts.
When the days turn,
when the world comes to rest,
there’s space and time
for those who’ve
stayed behind.
In the changing of the leaves
and the chilling in the air,
the smoky breeze
and the golden sky,
they join us,
just there.
As close as a breath,
and far as they’ve always been,
as fall to winter and winter to spring,
they wait for us in that place
between.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Beautifully written. I enjoyed your poem and love the picture. It is a perfect fit.
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Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Reminds me of the Mexican day of the dead and the monarchs as souls of the dearly departed.
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I love that!
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I do too! Have you seen the movies Coco or Book of Life?
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I haven’t, but they’re both on my list. I’ll have to put aside some time soon!
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It’s all beautiful but that last line really ties it all together. Not seeing any signs of “block” here! Excellent results.
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Thanks! This one was fun to write.
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Such a beautiful poem.
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Thank you! So glad you liked it!
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autumn has always held a special yet dark place in my heart. While I love the warmth you can find when you seek it, and the smells of the leaves as the decay. But at it’s heart fall, is a falling, death, decay…yes so it can be reborn and complete the cycle of nature…but still dark for me.
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I get that.
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