I wait, the dawning with wild autumn garlands, falling on my hair and leaves of gold undulating beneath my fingers whirlwind back the words within the sweet songs of starling birds… I have missed the chirping, the melody of their wings all through the summer this long, too long burning summer that consumed everything the best part of me in a bleak tormented silence… I wait, the awakening with another poet's hands, the mist comes in, the first humid air whilst a slice of cold slightly lingers translucid letters in the accords of both our tongues like the pearls of rain drops from starling birds. I hope you will like this beautiful poem of Kay @Kay-March :heart: I miss you and your beautiful poems, dear Kay! :hug: Send you all a good thought and I wish you a beautiful weekend and Happy Thanksgiving!:heart: Also because December is around the corner, maybe