Seasons change, nature matures, and life continues leaving behind memories for us to recall and reflections raising concern.
autumn, in our
garden is still
a lively place
things change
as the light
begins to fail
while now,
honey bees,
are back
and colchicum
suddenly comes up
(we had forgotten)
from distant fires
imported smoke
has come again
fueled by
dry things,
untended
by some who
do not care.
our world burns up
they think it
is their world.
but i don’t care
whose name
is on their deed.
(their smoke is ours)
il mio villaggio by Frank J. Tassone
Montebello
a maple-lined street leading
to the mountains
I still listen for echoes
of our children playing
I Write Her 
Aww, thank you for sharing these sweet tributes to Autumn, Susi.
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My pleasure! 🙂
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Thank you Susi Bocks!
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My pleasure, Murray! 🙂
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Susi – I have a random question: what is your process for re-blogging other people’s poems?
❤
David
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When I read the posts I follow, if I love it, I save it in my Reblog file. The two pieces I choose to post on Wednesday’s represent a very recently read piece and one that is from the past. The two tend to either be posts presenting similar messages or opposite perspectives. Thanks for asking, David. ❤
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I really like this idea! I may borrow it from you, with your permission!
And do you let the poets know in advance?
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Glad you like my process! Of course, feel free to borrow it. It’s wonderful that we share all the good, memorable pieces we happen upon. And no, I have not, just tagged their original posts so they are made aware of the reblog.
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