In the cool quiet breath of autumn the cold wind gently rustles petals and leaves. Soon they will all fall on the ground like broken necklaces. Mist floats in twilight…a sacred pause. I drift and slink deep into the solitude of my quiet thoughts. The mercy of each passing hour…another season of deep listening…a mystery. Sunlight fades as the sun slowly departs from the sky. And I am alone pondering in the cool evening of autumn.
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Virgilio is on a quiet journey...and wondering... 
Beautifully written, Virgilio… there is something about autumn, that even the sound of the word I love.
i agree with you. and i find something mysteriously beautiful about autumn…i can’t express it in words…i just feel it…it could probably be expressed eloquently by the language of the heart…thanks, Jennifer, for the kind words.
“Another season of deep listening…a mystery.” Every line is written from that place of a sacred pause. Sharon
thanks, Sharon. wow! you’ve created a touching line. yes, “…from that place of a sacred pause.” …where i always dwell in search of a deeper meaning in life.
love this…
thanks a lot, Oncebitten.