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Post by AquarianM on Oct 12, 2020 22:42:03 GMT -6
Calling General Quarters...
North, East, South, West, A prayer, A request, To be blessed.
The time is here, The call, The test, The burning winds, The howling, The frost of breath, Prelude.
Foothills to a mountain, Only Spirit knows, Will we climb, Will we stand, A matter of heart.
The smallest Autumn leaf, The tawny brown grasses, The colors of hunting, Lions and coyotes, The hawk soaring above.
Moon is full, Mars baleful backwards red, Mercury in reverse, Stars spin silent, Watching, Observing.
An era, A season, The harvest of the past.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford © 10/11/2020
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Post by goldenmyst on Oct 13, 2020 6:16:38 GMT -6
Dan, my second read of this was even more impressive. You put autumn into your own highly original and sublime imagery. Love what you do with seasonal poetry.
John
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Post by AquarianM on Oct 13, 2020 20:56:46 GMT -6
Dan, my second read of this was even more impressive. You put autumn into your own highly original and sublime imagery. Love what you do with seasonal poetry. John Thank you John. It's really the best time of year for writing. Dan
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