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2 of 12 in the Jemverse series ’12 month VI’

It's the first day of October
my, the year has flown
twenty twenty-two, month ten
the sixty-third I've known

It's cooler now, the autumn looms
as read and brown and gold
take the place of summer green
with riches to behold

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1 of 12 in the ’12 months VI’ series from Jemverse

It's the first of September
and here for the starting
a new Jemverse series
with the old just departing

Twelve poems each as
the first day arrives
will start every month
if my writing survives

Unsaid words,

Hidden as deep,
as secrets piled a heap.
Choosing not to say,
its probably better this way.
Giving promises to keep,
but talk is cheap.