Let's remember this:
that, before the New Normal,
there were autumns with mist
that filled the air, dampening
our clothes and our hair --
glossing colored leaves
before they fell from trees
that stood through winter, waiting
for tender green replacements.
There were light romantic rains
that made our lips plump
for kissing, as the hissing
of tires on the street
made music for the walk home.
Written for The Mag: Mag 141 that inspired with the above photo prompt.
My heart and thoughts go out to all those affected by the enormous destruction caused by Sandy.
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