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A Hint of Fall
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A Hint of Fall |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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A Hint of Fall the cool snuck up in behind a passing front, having gone through earlier morn, thundering its intent, noisily spitting rain then torrents come waves, but now, gently, the day having passed by as well, coolness brushing warm cheeks in promise, having lacked scorching burn, the scent of petunias peak memories, junipers fragrance the dog’s walk, a feel of coming crunching leaves to beware crickets and still, I wait for summer peaches to evolve, to taste sun’s kiss once more before the first of fall in scorched Bermuda grass it stood, looking for all in its time a piece of thin iron, I plucked it up, to find last year’s remnant of a leaf, lace tattered, not yet a skeleton for it had withered and dried, mummified itself on it’s own carcass of stem, iron brown but retaining shape if, if I were to put forefinger to thumb with the desiccated remains between to feel the pressure of warm and blood and skin, it would surely crumble and yet…yet it withstood sun, wind, rain and temperatures for its own season then one more, still intact, still …around… and I am caught up in its labyrinth of time, this ageless moment of capture that, if simply placed in a spot of memory, it would continue in its form of weathered beauty, an aide memoire as even the most fragile of God’s gifts have value, that a greater Hand allowed me to pick this leaf up for a reason, to perhaps gild its edges in gold, a cue to my soul that I attempt to age as gracefully as this leaf… the first of my Fall is coming I shall not wait for it but run to it, blessing its welcome in my spring’s memory |
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poetsguild Member
since 2001-08-12
Posts 85Florida |
I really loved your perspective in this poem, Sunshine. Standing in the present in anticipation while bringing the sweet memory of the past along. The passing of seasons, especially the transition, is a strong metaphor for our own life passages. Thank you for this work, it is beatifully written in a soft and thoughtful voice. Melissa |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
it withstood sun, wind, rain and temperatures for its own season then one more, still intact, still …around… and I am caught up in its labyrinth of time, this ageless moment of capture that, if simply placed in a spot of memory, it would continue in its form of weathered beauty, an aide memoire as even the most fragile of God’s gifts have value, that a greater Hand allowed me to pick this leaf up for a reason, to perhaps gild its edges in gold, a cue to my soul that I attempt to age as gracefully as this leaf… the first of my Fall is coming I shall not wait for it but run to it, blessing its welcome in my spring’s memory =========================== *smiling at you* thats one awesome working of a metaphor my dear sun.... and Sunday morns are brighter because of you Good Morning Lady Sun    I know no one is to blame |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Sunshine, this is a wonderfully captured moment, I could see and feel the leaf and know the feeling you speak of with the greater hand, I think we all feel this way at times, caught in the moment at one with our thoughts. Great write. Rick |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Wow ... Karilea ... I only get this same feeling when I pick up some carcass of last years road kill ... Perhaps someone up there is trying to tell me something !!!  Now with all joking aside ... what a lovely piece you've penned ... well worth my library Rex |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Wonderful work Karilea.........what a beautiful pattern of thought! I really love Janet's comment and I echo it! |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Lots of good symbolism and imagery. Fall, the season is my favorite though I'm currently denied its more pronounced manifestations in this climate. Fall, the time of life is inevitable if one lives and should be a winding down, peaceful time. Amazing too the fragility of so many things that yet endure. Your leaf, a spiders web, a butterfly. Enjoyed (can you tell?) "Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve" |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Had to come back and read this superb piece once again |
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