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That Autumn Place


 

Autumn will take me to another place

 Not where I am

But where I wish to see again.

There is no autumn in the Caribbean

But we have some days that remind me of

That other place.

 

The Caribbean breezes

And the warm beach on an evening

The orange and yellow sky

On a morning, sometimes

Remind me of that autumn place

I hope to see again.

 

Before my memory fades

And I forget all I wish to remember

I want to feel that wisp of a chill

That heralds a new season is close.

The days I love them most

With colors to be adored – like me

I miss that autumn place.

 

 

13/10/2021

 

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Eugi’sCauserie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem.

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  1. EugeniaWednesday, 13 October 2021 at 11:44:00 GMT-4

    A beautiful poem, Donna-Louisa! Autumn is a state of mind and in your heart always, even in the Caribbean. 🍂 🍁

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    1. DwordslayerMonday, 18 October 2021 at 20:27:00 GMT-4

      Thank you.. I felt quite nostalgic writing this, and wished to jump on a plane and travel 😃

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  2. JulesThursday, 14 October 2021 at 15:19:00 GMT-4

    Autumn is a lovely season. Even in those areas where there is subtle change. To be present in the moments of any day can help us remember those things that make us happy :)

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    1. DwordslayerMonday, 18 October 2021 at 20:29:00 GMT-4

      Yes, and I remembered and felt happy! Thank you for stopping by Jules!😍

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