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Boots Recant
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Boots Recant |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
September here, Glitters in a purple haze, plumped up in shear Gathering the vapors of a cooling trend Hiccups play the rain in tears portend That leaves me changed A scarlet tone on cheek estranged Revisits, peeks inquisitive and smug Suede boots to mark my footprints tap and chug These ancient songs that call Among the hundred year old wisdom tall Surrounded by the spirits of my birth Dancing in the retrograde of Libra’s mirth Or stunned beneath the bend of aspen gold To lay upon the earth, and count the quakes so bold And smile, for there becomes a reason in denial And nothing could put damp the spirit or the style October wise, A little louder in the chowder pot of prize Blushing red embarrassed right before my eyes November skirts in whistled flash, the trees so brash And scarlet tinder tempts the winter, leaving knot the sash Copyright Kkh 10/04/04 |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"October wise, A little louder in the chowder pot of prize Blushing red embarrassed right before my eyes November skirts in whistled flash, the trees so brash And scarlet tinder tempts the winter, leaving knot the sash" Wonderful Kathleen!!! So very much enjoyed! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
you do justice to the splendor of the season, making it all so seductive in its glory |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
"Hiccups play the rain in tears portend" *********************** Familiar with this as rainy days and nights seem to be on this months call sheet. *********************** "These ancient songs that call Among the hundred year old wisdom tall" *********************** That line left me with an image I can really relate to ...... Now tier the lyrics and flash fold the memory between the mighty din and the song be heard in tunes of muse between meadow and forest. *********************** "A little louder in the chowder pot of prize Blushing red embarrassed right before my eyes November skirts in whistled flash, the trees so brash And scarlet tinder tempts the winter, leaving knot the sash" *********************** and of course the final verse sends it home in style. Very much enjoyed the read and the enlightment of this piece as the well that holds this ink is much deeper than first seen on the surface of page. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Wonderful! Eric |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Terrific!!!!  |
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Robert Joseph Member
since 2000-10-07
Posts 491South Carolina |
Dancing in the retrograde of Libra’s mirth Kathy, This line works like a magnet. Love the colors! Robert Joseph |
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