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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279
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Seeds The fragrance of parched leaves lies heavily upon the wind as I slouch in a lawn chair and take in summer's last hurrah. This is my favorite time of the year, for a kaleidoscope of colors is dappled upon the leaves of the hardwoods, and the humidity of summer has given way to the invigorating crispness of fall. The amicable sunshine that now caresses my face discharges a pledge of the spring that is to come next year. I acknowledge that promise and safeguard it within my heart. "You've given your word," I murmur quietly in my mind, "and I will hold you to it next year my friend." But Sol only seems to shimmer brighter as if in response to my whisper. There once was an age when I thought of fall as the time of passing away. The verdant greens and emeralds of summer had given way to browns and chestnuts, and everywhere I dared to cast my eye all I could see was death. That however has changed. New insight was given to me through one diminutive seed. This is a time of birth. After a drawn-out pregnancy Mother Nature's young are ready to be born. Grain's, kernels, bulbs, and tubers. Call them what you will, without seeds there would be no new-sprung existence. Each spring the earth would remain a barren wasteland of chocolate browns, and our own livelihoods would come to an end. In these tiny vessels there's the genetic code to birth a fresh generation of growth. A gentle wind rustle's the branches of the standing timber by which I lounge, and pin wheeling slowly to the earth there falls a lone maple seed. Smiling, as if the porter of some greater perception, I arise to my feet and collect it up. From so unassuming a start sprang forth his mother thirty years ago. I recall the day that I planted her seed. I think the west side of the house needs shade. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Oh Shakespeare,This is totally awsome. I love it I love it. I think you must of been reading my mind alittle. Hugs for such a beautiful write. ;-) I just love it |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
this is realy beautiful. the last lines.. And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!" |
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MorninGlory Member
since 2003-08-30
Posts 175Oklahoma |
This is beautiful, EV, autumn is my favorite season, so full of color and cool breezes - piles of leaves, windbreakers, I wish that part of my year lasted longer. I enjoyed this, you have a wonderful way with words, poet. ~ becky |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Thank-you Wind, froggy, and MorninGlory. I am really glad you three ladies enjoyed the poem. This is probably one of my own personal favorites. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
A beautiful truth in this poem, much enjoyed! |
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