Autumn whispers as I hang the moon
just so to mark the edge of summer
and promised dreams
and waxing dreams
and those promised dreams
Borrowed from nothing
built on everything
being in the sky, somehow
being of the sky
intentions wait
Autumn whispers,
it beckons
as I release
old seasons and
soar
Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay
prompts: Go Dog Go Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, #moonmystic, #BardBits
Writing and Reflections 
Still waiting for that first cool breeze. 3 weeks 100+ heat I am soo ready for the touch of fall. Great poem.
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Oh no! And here I am complaining about 85 and humid. Yes, it’s time for cooler weather. Happy you enjoyed the poem.
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Lol it was 82 when I left the house at 7am this morning 😆
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Ugh!
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I like the idea of Autumn whispering. Quietly for now …
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Thanks. I’m so ready for Fall!
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