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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Morning dress, waving a massive slow breath Rummaging through a flea market of water colors Decorating matron of sun meadows Restless from her drowse, in a playground of light Sure hands of morning pressing into mine Etching autumn mosaics sneezing Browns, reds, oranges Inside this woman’s face there is a turn Her eyes raise, with force cutting the air From a lithography of great chutes opening Writing an opera for the day With a late luster in the sky Becoming the skin of autumns grand piano Cooler breezes playfully chasing away The life work of summer music Where did it go? The air now crisp, fragrant...cool Climbing for hours, the walkers of autumn color Listen for air rising to delicious September soul Milkweed pods are opening…floating Into shorter days, fires of fall rolling on horizon Sky hawks tugging the drift of melting bird songs Scarecrows standing straight and tall With a now painted smile Knowing his work will soon be done With mason jars now full Children no longer in the fields Autumn eyes behold, painting fall |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
WOW Lee....beauty in each line...  I don’t want the world to see me |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
You painted the awakening morning exquisitely, Lee! You are such an artist. I'm curious, do you sketch or paint? miscellanea |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
ah the death of a season, the birth of another... so beautifully done |
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