I look out a window
see the fresh dew of morning,
imagine the events ahead
where might autumn rays take me.
Drive down the avenue, so many
similar landscapes
the leaves have turned more
even since the night before.
Let my mind seek some shelter
in the recesses of memory,
those synaptic charges,
send me reeling or afloat.
I can feel emotion welling,
wishing to be near a river,
watching time and life flow by,
beautiful carvings in Nature.
When last we walked alone
together along the bridge,
a certain contemplation,
a wonderment, while now.
In the morning sunlight
lives a lovely reminder of time
when hearts cannot break,
in a flash forgiveness fond.
© Scott F Savage 2019
Personal Testimony 
love this. nostalgia is a precious thing.
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