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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Autumn

















Cool, crisp air whispers and blows.
Showing the season change has come again.

Tiny signs display truth of time passed. 
Only a short time before more changes arrive. 

Stone of gray and berries of vermilion
tell a tender story for those who listen.

Drift a while on the autumn air
that surrounds and transpires. 

Hope is found, all around
from mountaintops to tiny pebbles. 

I feel the beauty that is the season,
I let it tickle and taunt me. 

Stay here, just for a little while longer. 

11 comments:

  1. smiles...yes i would love her to stay a bit longer as well... so much beauty in this season...the change...color..contrast.. the letting go and breathing a bit slower..

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  2. there is beauty even among the death of this season
    and hope is def there for those willing to look for it...smiles.

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  3. Autumn/fall is my favourite season; I love the vibrant colours and the bounty of nature at this time of year. And in the dying of leaves etc, there is the promise of next spring.

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  4. The death of seasons finds its way into such beautiness of the hereafter and the colors vibrating such delicate taste for poetry.

    I love this piece. :)

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  5. Autumn surely inspires us t linger and enjoy her beauty. Nicely penned!

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  6. Smiling at the season tickling and taunting us. :0)

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  7. There is something so magical about the changing of seasons. Bittersweet and beautiful.

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  8. Nice. Changing of seasons are always fun to witness & experience. :-)

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  9. The astound beauty of nature is unmatched.

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