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Mist on a Forest Walk: Choka 19 |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
My tea is steeping, The warm water turning brown, Just rose from sleeping The chill waking to the sound Of trumpeter swans Rising to the morning sun, Southern migration, They’re leaving the nearby pond, The go off unseen Hidden by the mists and trees, From where they have been, Now to catch the building breeze That swirls the mist air, That with warming is going Revealing what’s there, The forest color showing, Autumn colors bright, I go back to my porch light To sip tea in morning bright. Gloom I return to posting here, perhaps eventually in the Open |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Glad you decided to kick back a bit in here, Gloom. Loved the gloaming autumnal deep of these words. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Forgive my tardiness-- and you have got this down, prof! You manage to take the extradorinarily superfluous English language and create a minimalist feel of imagery that is...deceptively simple. You stick around? |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Gloom, Sir....I'm so glad to see you posting here. What a marvelous way to greet the morning...I flet like I was watching from your porch. Thank you. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I used to live where the birds gathered for their flight south..this more than anything I've read in years, conveys the image and feelings of that time. Thank you for this bit of 'home'. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, All I am pleased that you enjoyed. Gloom |
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