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Post by AquarianM on Oct 9, 2020 0:54:48 GMT -6
Remnants Of Gold... Late afternoon in low sun like a dying year, Gone to bursting milkweed and dead amber everywhere, Flaming leaves dueling in ageless dance with still-yet green, Walking round the trail the river is slowly flowing reflection, Hand in hand we wonder at stalks and leaves and tufted seed, Flight is a marvel as the vee circles again and again, Hovering over golden corn stubble low and slow, Like this sky without a cloud, And they mate for life just as they gather in the harvested corn, Hundreds and hundreds and voices of forever, The sun is falling and we're walking past the barn, Boarded up with it's children long gone away, The sky will be all stars tonight and sheets over the mums, A hard freeze will come they say, It never ends but it ends every year, We'll turn to sweaters and coats as tawny returns, Tawny in every corner of the world and gold in the sky, The turn of sunlight angle speaks to your soul of time, In the manner of stone-shouldered hills and book-pressed flowers, The world bears fruit despite harsh masters, Yet the amber prairie bones fill our eyes, Calling for a healing long overdue.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 10/05/2004
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 9, 2020 10:24:04 GMT -6
A dreamy, beautifully brushed image of a perfect autumn, Dan. It is very special.
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Post by Catlady2710 on Oct 9, 2020 10:59:01 GMT -6
And may winter heal the land's long overdue need. A beautiful yet sad poem Dan
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 9, 2020 18:48:28 GMT -6
A dreamy, beautifully brushed image of a perfect autumn, Dan. It is very special. Thank you, QF. This write is now 16 years old, written when I was near the Great Lakes, and it still feels relevant to me now. Dan
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 9, 2020 18:49:43 GMT -6
And may winter heal the land's long overdue need. A beautiful yet sad poem Dan Thank you, Cat. It's this season, It always comes on strong in poetry. Dan
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Post by QueenFoxy on Oct 10, 2020 0:08:35 GMT -6
I so agree with that Dan. Like a volcano, the words pour forth in autumn.
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 13, 2020 6:29:05 GMT -6
Dan the imagery flows like a shimmering pond and takes me deep into the colors of autumn like no other poetry has. You have created a marvelous poetic dream painting that is more than a poem but a living being of words.
John
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 14, 2020 0:58:08 GMT -6
Dan the imagery flows like a shimmering pond and takes me deep into the colors of autumn like no other poetry has. You have created a marvelous poetic dream painting that is more than a poem but a living being of words. John Thank you, John. This write was way back in my early days with poetry. Dan
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