

Morning begins in the dark now, autumn gray is here
I crawl, then pull myself up til my head is clear
Make sure I’m awake
So no falls I take
And sit in my lovely chair
I mock it daily without care
Wishing I’d walk instead
But that’s old news
You’ve heard my views
Really is nothing to dread
As far as the window, it’s covered with blinds
Only the living room has a view
I say view in a practical sense
A parking lot and sidewalk cement
But my patio has a few
Potted plants I employ
A beauty providing joy
In my remembered thoughts
Autumn splendor to spot
The childhood trees rapport
As I’m wishing for more.
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W3 Prompt #127: Wea’ve Written Weekly
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hi, Cheryl 👋🏻
This poem beautifully captures the bittersweet nature of autumn mornings and the small joys that bring light to our days—it’s both heartfelt and relatable!
BTW, I just wanna let you know this this week’s W3, hosted by the amazing Jaideep Khanduja, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/10/08/dormant-daze-or-a-rengay/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thanks so much David, keep safe!
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This is so filled with longing! Well wrought!!
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Your poem is touching and moving, Cheryl. 🩷👏 Well done. Thank you🙏
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Thank you for stopping by and the compliment!
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Nicely done Cheryl
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beautiful take c! 🙌❤🙌😊
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