A gaze
A laze;
An autumn haze.
Still is the air.
Quiet; contemplative.
But oh so clear.
Days like this
Come but once a year.
Silenced beautiful;
And reflective;
Of those so dear.
Stop. And stare.
Wherever you are.
Look up to the clouds.
And look hard; and far.
Days are precious.
Days are real.
Stare for one minute.
And see how you feel.
Time is in years;
Time is in months;
Time is in days;
And time is in us.
Take the time in all your ways;
To remember we’re here………
To enjoy ‘all’ our days.
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