Frosty Autumn atmosphere is in the air
The sky is pastel milky blue, as if out of a Cezanne’s painting.
The street corners seem oddly a bit more serenely quiet
Putting away the wildness of a last few nights into a drawer
Now is the time to contemplate & appreciate
No more, no less.
Watching as the sun goes down, imbuing the horizon into persimmon orange-rouge haze
I clasp my hands.
Please let there be hope.
9.3.2021
Ralph with Coffee 