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Indian Summer
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Indian Summer |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
It is as if summer is angry at autumn’s arrival, being pushed into exile by northern wind’s blow, in a dying last gasp, summer stokes flames of survival before laying to rest beneath winter’s snow. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
It is as if summer is angry at autumn’s arrival, being pushed into exile by northern wind’s blow, Exactly Tim, and your images allow us to see the depth of mother natures wrath. Very well done. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
well, if summer ain't angry, I certainly am...hehe...nice poem, which streaches the imagination for the reader to visualize. Hiya Tim...good morning |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
love this Tim  |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
This is a rasping word crossing the stream no bridge required. As always, my friend... you cut to the quick with brevity. |
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