poetry diary

Rain falling slowly
Autumn reflected in pools
still warmed by sunlight.

Beyond poetry
rhythms of reality
my heart yearns for love.

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Written while travelling home from Northumberland and Yorkshire after the holidays. It’s a bit early for Autumn, but that’s what it feels like. I was only just beginning to relax, too. Still, I am looking forward to the next few months – new beginnings and explorations.