Knocking of a bamboo chime
Starts the orchestra of winds
Maestro conducting seasons change
Autumn’s gold begins to shimmer
Breath is heavy swirling in the air
Music tingles across the skin
Some moved to love and hunger
Others driven to a deep slumber
All pursuant of the same
Waiting to feel the shift in tempo
Rousing songs of promise
Bringing new life and rebirth
Noellie's Place 
Beautifully expressed. Thank you for sharing this with me.
Had we been following one another before, I would have linked it to me poem.
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Thank you. Now we are friends
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Yes, never can have enough of those. It will be a pleasure reading your work.
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ditto 🙂
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