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Do you know me?
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Do you know me? |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Do you know me? I am the beginning of long shadows, memories that will stretch into winter’s light, sitting quietly on white meadows ~ I am the end of summer, and the first steps into the fall, Oh, you will see blue skies in winter, surely, before gray comes to drop white onto meadow’s traces for only in the dew of morning could you find the deer’s trail now, but, do you know me?  Do you feel me, the first cool blushing brush of winter’s breath, before the trees turn to bare, nakedly dancing among winter’s sting? Do you sense my presence, feeling the ghost of other falls, and long intent? All of this comes from rebirth, all of this stems from the need of earth to feed its inhabitant, all of this… for all of this… is the natural tide of prairie song, and meadowlarks, as the Canadian goose flies overhead, going south, their own song a solemn call, goodbye, but only for a short time. For if you know me, you know that I am but a season adrift, following summer, welcoming winter, which will in turn echo its’ own call to spring, and if you know spring… then you know all things come, naturally and unconditionally, willingly, purposefully, in their own time, in their own season. ~*~ My thanks to our good friends, J&M, and for the times spent on some lovely land. Karilea - if I whisper, will you listen? Keeping in mind, I must stand close... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
liked it a lot  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Karilea..so beautiful this is.. Yes I know autumn and feel it in the air now in the mornings. Your words are melancholy, yet there's a feeling of comfort, in knowing that the seasons are constant. Always there...always returning. This is a very special write m'friend and is library bound. Hugs YOU! ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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Fagin Member
since 2004-05-07
Posts 126Ca |
Nicce medlodic read Sis |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
A seed has to die and be buried to be able to grow. Nicely done... If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Sigh - you paint the changing seasons so beautifully.  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Beautiful season Kari...  |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh yes, yes I felt this tremendously. it's a keeper. Mxx The clouds never expect it when it rains, but the sea, changes colour, but the sea, does not change. |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
I know Fall and she's here, and I couldn't be happier ^_^ Beautiful write and then He created the horse... |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
You've captured the subtleness of seasons' transition in this beautiful poem Karilea. believe in what your heart feels... |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Karilea, this is a beautiful poem. The picture brings back memories of when I was with my husband living out in the country. He worked a pasture just like this. I am sure he is planting, now, preparing for the winter. |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
Time is the clutch That engages the cycle of seasons. Relentlessly and effortlessly, We are dragged along. Love to read you. Ken. Through rubble and trouble and dark of night |
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E S West Member
since 2004-08-31
Posts 116California |
a very nice read indeed.... E S West "always be true to SELF, and follow your heart.." |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Do you know me? A mist upon horizon gray, rust upon the autumn day? Do you know me? The feel of white hidden in frost opaque, nail-scratched letters in display? Do you know me? Dots of nestled green Under springing love careen? Do you know me Packed and tanning With intermittent Seasonal scanning? (and so on... My poetic juices are goin, goin,gone! Oh well, your poem just got me started! Have a good one, Karilea! love and hugs, Missie |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Darn, if I didn't mean to take this to the library. You can bet your shredded wheat that I'm goin ta Chex the box this time! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"for all of this… is the natural tide of prairie song, and meadowlarks, as the Canadian goose flies overhead, going south, their own song a solemn call, goodbye, but only for a short time." What an atunement you display in this poem! Sunshine...I love autumn and I miss it so. I could smell autum in the air when I used to live in the Midwest. Here in Texas, we do have an autum, but it is much more subtle. Enjoyed.......jo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes...all things do come when they're right good and ready |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
those big round things they are tractors yes? and the mountains? where are they? mmmmmm field like that and no harley's with mud tires enjoyed it ms sunshine looks like it could be fun to hang out there kewl stuff lady |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I know one thing for certain ~ what I know of you, I like very much!  Your words whispered to my inner spirit. Love & Sunlight, Linda |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Do you feel me, the first cool blushing brush of winter’s breath, before the trees turn to bare, nakedly dancing among winter’s sting? yes, yes yes, and love this season as much as summer, though, it does make me sad to see summer fall to sleep. Do you sense my presence, feeling the ghost of other falls, and long intent? ahhhh yes indeedy, but the good news is, the long intent of whats yet to come All of this comes from rebirth, all of this stems from the need of earth to feed its inhabitant, all of this… for all of this… is the natural tide of prairie song, and meadowlarks, as the Canadian goose flies overhead, going south, their own song a solemn call, goodbye, but only for a short time. For if you know me, you know that I am but a season adrift, following summer, welcoming winter, which will in turn echo its’ own call to spring, and if you know spring… then you know all things come, naturally and unconditionally, willingly, purposefully, in their own time, in their own season. AMEN, you have done with your words that my mother has been trying to do for years Teach me the importance of patience...now off to put it to work...smiles and hugs wonderful music you make and that picture just seems to be a good fit! Bravo Lady, your amazing! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
for everything there is a season...my dear friend, this is your season!!! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Beautiful work... I especially like the ending!! *S* |
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