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I think that every year every season has at least one day that is the perfect icon of that season. Yesterday was the perfect Autumnal day. I spent some time out side just drinking it in and feeling the rhythm of the natural world around me. This poem came to me and I wanted to share it with everyone and in doing so share the beauty of the day.
Autumn is the time when Jays take over the barn roof And telephone pole tops With meadow birds gone They can push and bully And ignore all the polite rules The other birds enforce Autumn is the time when The pastures turn green With the first rain’s storm Making it possible for the Tender weeds to sprout In gopher hole mountains Autumn is the time when Weary orchard grasses Lay down in surrender To deer paths and boots While apples shine in the trees Ruby and amber jewels Autumn is the time when Blue sky turns hazy with Left over smoke from a stove Revived and burning after It’s long summer sleep. Autumn is the time when Heavy blankets come out Of their hiding places Trunks and chests plundered For their warm treasures While comforters delight In being needed again Autumn is the time when The earth longs for A winter’s nap and the easy Slumber of December. wild orchard, haunt of deer and raccoon, all you can eat buffet for the black bears [ATTACH=CONFIG]271608[/ATTACH] |
nice poem, thanks
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great poem, thank you
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Beautiful, where do you live?
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Originally Posted by PurplePassion
Beautiful, where do you live?
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That was a beautiful poem. It reminds me of the falls we have out here. Thank you for sharing it.
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Nice poem
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