Fall’s first light cascades through blinds, onto the wall, the corner of the closet door
I insist this Sunday, and give warning, I cannot be held at bay much longer
Sprint into the light of this day, relish un-relinquished warmth, revel in summer’s end
Hurry, I cannot hold back laying of the blanket under which you will soon walk
Breeze whispers, insects sing their death song, sun carries me along the still sidewalk
Soon, I will cloak you in changing colors… we will wear them together
Bravo, Denise.
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Thank you, Doug.
No word of a lie – the light. So-o-o not summer, lol
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Sadje!🤗
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You’re welcome Denise
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Door at the threshold, blind by the light, we fall?
Longer at bay I am not; warn this Sun
End, beginning, warmth, cold, yin, yang, into light I spr in t.
Walk under a soft blanket, hold back? Cannot (will not)
Sidewalk song, death whispers in the breeze
Together,in changing colors, soon.
👏 🍂
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The poet prevails in Six Sentence, 2 Part, Counterpoint.
Beautiful, Nick. Thank you.
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Beautiful 😍.
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Thank you, Bernadette!
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You are ready to welcome the next season.
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You know, Reena – I think I am.
I grew up in the Northeast and fall was always my favorite season.
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Enjoy 👍🥂
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Sensuous take on the change of season, and perhaps a longed-for visitation fulfilled.
Beautiful!! ❤❤
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I like that description, Liz!
Thank you ❤️
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Lovely
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Thank you, Paul. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Nice phrase: “insects sing their death song” I like the last line of wearing a cloak of changing colors together.
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Thank you, Frank. Nature’s way.
Alas, there are signs that cloak is being slowly unfurled.
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This is a lovely one. Fall’s my favourite season, and I’m looking forward to it again this year.
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Thank you, Nicole. Mine too.
As much as I love fall, I’m already missing the longer days.
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Good wordation… (who doesn’t rue the summer’s abdication)
Four seasons, the original metaphor, no?
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Thank you, Clark. It is difficult to let go.
It would appear so!
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The change of light has not reached the swamps yet, but it’s nice to read that it’s on the way, and in such a delightfully phrased Six.
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Thank you, Mimi. May the next season’s relief find you soon!
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Sweet, D, sweet. I love the fall season too. It’s like magic starts to happen after a long, hot summer.
“Soon, I will cloak you in changing colors… we will wear them together”
… what a superb line! 😎
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Magic. That it is, V.
Thank you! 😎
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A beautiful poem to herald Autumn’s arrival, and the colours that come with it.
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Thank you, Keith.
Her paint strokes become more visible with each passing day.
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