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Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
Be kind….
…. words don’t rewind
~ imPRESSions ~
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: orchilenge in the autumn season
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Good write CB. Yes, they seem to fall more in November, than in October.
A carpet of leaf littered forests await the keen autumn hiker!
"Sun ripe, weaving one last dream before joining; flowing on burnished autumnal stream."
This last stanza feels like a painting. A good painting.
Hey thanks! That is quite flattering to hear and even more heartwarming to ponder on. Glad that it can and has been taken as such a visual journey!
The feel of autumnal essence oozes from these expressive lines - - I love the metaphor of looking at autumn and wondering how long lovers have left before winter parts and berefts them.
Thank you dear Fay. That is quite a real thing and gladdened that it has somehow been embodied here. Rik.
Such wonderful, descriptive words dear poet. Sitting on my deck this morning I watched as your poem came to life. That last leaf finally succumbing, and joining the autumnal stream. It is no wonder that this season is so inspirational.
Thanks Bella. It is gladdening that this has brought over some seasonal inspiration.
Yes that one last leaf can be so meaningful Rik.
Andy
It can also represent the last thread of sanity for the non-winter lovers. Thanks Andy.
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