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Post by AquarianM on Oct 12, 2020 0:10:57 GMT -6
Don't Waste Autumn Leaves...
A leaf wafts down spinning, Slowly winding about, Twisting color , Weaving through, Waltzing the breath-misted Autumn air, One among many, Myriad, No one can see them all, In all appearance endless, Timeless, Paintbrush stroke in a masterpiece of infinity.
The leaf's time may be done, Yet you are the one, Knower of the nature of clocks.
Leaves fell before you, They dance wind-swept past your feet, A fractal bit of inconsequence, As will more long after Winter has let you go.
I would whisper this to homeless kings, But they already know.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford © 10/10/2020
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Post by Catlady2710 on Oct 12, 2020 10:22:16 GMT -6
Beautiful poem Dan, and so timely. This morning out on the deck I watched a perfect yellow/orange maple leaf fall down to the deck. I brought it in to my husband as a gift to wish him good morning. He loved it
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 12, 2020 13:02:17 GMT -6
Beautiful poem Dan, and so timely. This morning out on the deck I watched a perfect yellow/orange maple leaf fall down to the deck. I brought it in to my husband as a gift to wish him good morning. He loved it Perfect way to start the day, Cat. Thank you. Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 13, 2020 6:22:37 GMT -6
My second read of this made for an even headier experience. Still love the Fisher King inspiration at the end. You take me on a journey into the heart of autumn with strong and vibrant imagery and storytelling.
John
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 13, 2020 22:15:22 GMT -6
My second read of this made for an even headier experience. Still love the Fisher King inspiration at the end. You take me on a journey into the heart of autumn with strong and vibrant imagery and storytelling. John Thank you John. It's that near dream-state and the feel of the season. Dan
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