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Agony of Autumn's Greet
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Agony of Autumn's Greet |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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It is the time to gather seed, as winds blow brisk, from Northwest. A garden dies beneath the weeds, as now, my tears, replace my sweat. I pray that it will be enough-- a sorrow's flood upon the soil, to overflow from salt-rimmed cup, and loose this clay, 'pon which, I toil. An agony of Autumn's greet-- a gaze upon a gray cloud sky... still, I welcome sweet reprieve, while plucking flowers that have died. The ground is wet with my regret. Next spring, I'll plant the best one yet. (repost, trying to push it along, I guess..  ) |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Serenity, I think you have managed to capture how most of us feel at this time of year. Even as we pluck out this years spent flowers....in our minds we are already planning next years garden. Lovely write. ~Time has cast a spell on you |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Serenity: Sometimes it is in the fallow garden that we can see most clearly what lies ahead. And tears make great fertilizer for the soul! You write your heart so well! |
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