Where the sun in clouds meets the moon in sky,
And mix once more in water,,
As the broomstick of Wicked Winter winds down the hours,
I navigate the awe of Fall. And oh what a ride it is.
Pondering the speed of seasons, Mother Earth blushes.
Time ticks away like an old fashioned double bell alarm clock. I think, Whew! Hang on and Tick Tock!’
Before you know it, before you imagine it will happen to you, it will most assuredly be. And nothing is a better reminder of the fleet of life than the colorful days of autumn.
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Wild Nature of New York 
Love love love this poem Stephanie. Hope you don’t take this the wrong way but I feel it should be one of those wonderful poems you see in subway cars. So beautiful. Love Fiona
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Thank you, Fiona! Hoping this delightful pursuit will lead to other things and a subway poem would be great: millios of readers and a moment to reflect for each one of them.
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Lovely poem, lovely autumn! Thank you Stephanie!
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very prophetic
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The fabulous pink blush of fall is amazing and you are more fabulous than ever as time tick tocks onwards into our ever changing world.
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As October leaves us, and I have had the privelege of reading all three of your October posts, I can safely say that while I loved them all, this is my favorite. It gives fall as much promise as spring. 🌀💙
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