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Summer Into Fall

In this brief span
Betwixt, between
Summer and autumn
Am I suspended

A moment etched in time
One foot warm, browned, freckly in the sun
One hand upstretched, cooled, tickled by the autumn wind

I can swivel my head to se buttermilk clouds
Floating above long, hot days
Or turn to see the autumn mists
And see and hear the tumbling dance of falling leaves

The young woman I was, a mother many times
Babes in belly, arms and heart
The Grandmother matron I've become
Wakes from a dream ended
To brave an autumn morning's start

Requiem for a Lost Love (Raj & Judy)

It has been said that
"East is east and west is west
And n'er the twain may meet"

Except in some sweet field of dreams
Where we are pure as lambs to love
As children who run free

Before we learn our differences
That bind us to the past
"That blind us to our inner selves
How joyous we can be!

But Oh my dears, we dare not hope
For this is clear to see
That if the time shall ever come
When all of us are one

It will be late, Oh much too late
For either you or me

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