Love like sleep
on a late autumn day–
come in from the cold
and settled in place.
Relief compared
to being out by the lake
in all this rain,
caught in the rage
of branches in a squall–
a leitmotif, the urge
toward the perilous,
but this the theme:
I return to returning
(da capo al fine)
even setting out
I draw closer to you.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
“I return to returning”. Great post
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Thanks!
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nice post.
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Thanks, Tanya!
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WOW
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thanks
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*sighs* Belissima. Makes the fish-grey English rain bearable this morning. ~ P ~
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It seems the Pacific Northwest and England have very similar climates… 🙂 Thanks, Pola!
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Seems so yes! Now we’re experiencing the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness that Keats immortalised so well…
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A lovely poem, with beautiful wording and imagery
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Thank you!
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عجبني حلوه وعفويه
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شكرا
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