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Autumn Reflections
by Rebecca S Russell
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Indian summer gives way
To the first frost
As a quarter moon rises
Over the slumbering mountain.
From the trees beyond the creek
I hear the hooing
Of an owl
And
From somewhere nearer
The rounded peaks
Comes the yip-yip-yipping
Of a coyote.
I watch my breath,
Barely visible
Within the weak light
Leaking from behind
The curtained windows,
As it drifts away
Into the darkness
Beyond my nose,
And I pull my sweater
Closer about my body
In a vain attempt
To soothe the chill bumps
Rising from my skin;
But I am in no rush
To return
To the warmth indoors.
Instead,
I am content
To sit upon my porch swing
And breathe the smoke-scented air,
Reflecting upon my blessings
As Nature beds herself down
For the long winter ahead.
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
10/1/2012 |
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| to read this is to be right there too with you... beautiful |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
10/1/2012 |
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This poem releases the mind to think peaceful thoughts. Your imagery is so powerful that I can almost smell the wood smoke and feel the chill in my air-conditioned home. Wonderful.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
10/1/2012 |
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| A lovely autumn reflection. I now await our first frost, and the usually brief but marvelous Indian Summer that will follow it. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
9/30/2012 |
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| You are excellent at drawing the reader a perfect picture of what you want them to see. In this case I saw and I was mesmerized. Good work, Rebecca |
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