Open Poetry #43 |
Autumn Fading |
secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Autumn Fading A fog-laced fleet of stately elms sails this ancient lake horizon... (in final muted-rainbow splendor) where grey-slate waters meet a pensive November sky and soft-edge memories touch the somber soul, of all that we have left behind forever... on the edge of Winters past. --- b. e. adams (11/06/08 [This message has been edited by secondhanddreampoet (11-06-2008 02:03 PM).] |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I can see this so very clearly. . . feel the shiver in the air . . . sense the inevitability of the imminent winter . . . hear the silence . . . I am enveloped by the beauty of it all . . . seeping into my bones . . . - Owl |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Secondhanddreampoet, This is very descriptive. Winter turns the page of another year. Bobby |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is a touching write on a very deep level, Bruce. I, too, can feel it in my bones. Ida |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I love Fall, welcome the starkness of November after all the leaves have dropped. It is a time to contemplate what Winter brings, and embrace the beauty inherent in seasonal transitions. No two Autumns or Winters are alike, even though similar. I've lived where Winter is mostly sunny and warm, and in the frozen arms of the Arctic circle. Each season is a gift I've learned to cherish. Thank you, poet Bruce, for this beautiful poem, replete with imagery that reaches out and caresses this uplifted face. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Feels like a beautiful whisper to my eyes, Bruce. Alison |
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