I Shall Let The Wind
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Naquillity
at
11:30 AM
Push thirty two shades of
Red, yellow and orange
From your limb
While watching your
Exposed cambium
Suffer winter's boast.
I shall let the wind
Whiffle, whet each leaf,
As they hasten across
Earthen tones and,
Bare difference to
Stretched green-brown
Landscapes.
I shall let the wind
Ache for a new day
And, fresh new leaves.
Written for 3ww.
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17 comments:
Michelle, this is haunting; it catches in your mind as you read it. I like this very much.
(And I'll see what I can do about the blog roll, I think Pia did that.)
sound of applause, and "well done."
I like the description and the direction it takes you, especially the last part
the words sit beautifully in your mouth as you say them..
One of the most beautiful odes to Autumn I have read. Thank you.
michelle,
thanks for stopping by my little bit of the blogaverse... you gave me the highest praise; my fiction read as fact!
woot!
I really like this poem. A great use of the words and images.
What a wonderful way to describe fall.
This is lovely, Michelle. May be my favorite!!
I think I may have said it before - if not I have certainly thought it - but your connection with nature - your appreciation of its beauty or simply your recognition of a poetic pattern that exists within it is admirable! I so often get stuck writing from my own selfish perspective - of my own selfish emotions. I find is so refreshing that you move beyond that.
I find is so refreshing that you move beyond that = I find IT so refreshing, too! Curse my speed-typing typos!
This was beautifully written it was painterly and delightful!!! Thank you for writing and sharing such excellent writing!
How delightful and unique! It's not often we read something fresh about fall but this one certainly is!
ah amazing!
it is wonderful to see yr writing michelle... especially so the movement of colors in push, whiffle, ache...
this is beautiful :)
This seems to place an intentionality in nature. Deeply moving.
Love it.
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