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Gathering Wood
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Gathering Wood |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Gathering Wood A chill came through this morning like an uninvited guest And not a single log to warm the damp of comfort’s nest I wrapped myself and plodded up the hill with arms in fold Protecting unaccustomed skin to newness of the cold Such drudgery this loathsome task, collecting winter wood Breathing hard, I piled my arms as fully as I could Then turning from the woodpile, I gazed upon the scene Purple, crimson, and orange hues replacing summer green The locust leaves were yellow gold, the silver maple, red And brisk of autumn freshness now was filling up my head Back to the house, exuberant, my knuckles white with cold I knew the grips of season’s change were tightly taking hold I lit the kindling, then a log, as warmth embraced my face And sat and basked in comfort there beside the fireplace Who would have thought this blast of cold I welcomed with dismay And a trek up to the woodpile would bring solace to my day Elizabeth Santos |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Liz, what a vision full of warmth and light. Be well Kethry Growth demands a temporary surrender of security. Gail Sheehy |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
That's absolutely beautiful Elizabeth...I read it and could relate to it so well being from Canada where the same type of feelings have overcome me in the Autumn color bath. Wonderful writing as usual ...I can't say enough about the images and pictures you create to gather your reader's perspective right into the warmth of your fold of words. Bravo!! take care.....ethome |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Elizabeth* You make me miss my fireplace so much...there is nothing like it to warm you spirit and body...exquisite imagery! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Then turning from the woodpile, I gazed upon the scene Purple, crimson, and orange hues replacing summer green The locust leaves were yellow gold, the silver maple, red And brisk of autumn freshness now was filling up my head Back to the house, exuberant, my knuckles white with cold I knew the grips of season’s change were tightly taking hold I lit the kindling, then a log, as warmth embraced my face And sat and basked in comfort there beside the fireplace Who would have thought this blast of cold I welcomed with dismay And a trek up to the woodpile would bring solace to my day ================ gathering wood... and memories... and your poetry is like a warm place to sit beside as well. solace is found in every line... thank you for that sweet poet jm |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, Warm picture, excellent writing. Sy |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
and from cocoa beans, you make hot chocolate... well done, my friend...excellent... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?...KRJ |
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