Autumn’s Sonnet

Whispers at Dusk

She beckoned me closer

with cool whispers and early arrivals.

Dusk had appeared where afternoon walks had once lived,

and truthfully, I wasn’t upset to see her.

She had brought red wine,

gentle conversations,

and permission to climb into bed early.

— Andrea Jacobsen Writing —

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