As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/maple-leaves-maple-leaves-autumn-690233/
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“Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you…”
Yep, I know this feeling well. So poignant and surgically precise. Wonderfully done as always, Michelle. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Mike. There are just some we never forget. 🍂💫🙂
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Love this one very much
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Awww… thank you, Dave.💛🍂
You been writing much these days?
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No. Not at all.
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I hope you do again soon. 🙂
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I can tell you love to write poems
as I do!
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I do indeed! I was just on your blog and saw the bunny pics. I will have to take a look at your poems. 😃
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Thank you my bunnies are my muse
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That’s awesome!
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Yeah my bunnies are very special and spoiled
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Ahh..love it! (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡
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Thank you… 🍂💫
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(*＾▽＾)／
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Beautiful! M!
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Thank you… 🙂💫
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Beautiful picture and more beautiful words ❤️
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Thank you… 🙂💫
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Beautiful verse, Michelle. 💙
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Thank you, Jeff. 🙂💫
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You’re welcome, Michelle. Always. 🤗🦋
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tenderly and beautifully expressed with memories Michele❣️
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Thank you, Cindy 🙂💫
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💕🥰❤️
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