Ticks and tocks begin their tilt
as time pushes back
in September.
*
Long days fall, one atop the other,
sleepily entwined;
a sudden halt.
*
Across Autumn’s spindle,
Summer coils to wind
around the hour
*
Now fibers neatly thread,
waiting to be woven
into October.
*
By Celaine Charles
Categories: poetry
Beautifully written!
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Thank you! 😀
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!!!
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Celaine!
xoxo
😊💕🌹
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I really like “Autumn’s spindle”. Well said.
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Thanks for letting me know! 🧡
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