Autumn Paths, Redressed
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Rated "G" by the Author.
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When traveling strange-paths of cool redress,
Just as though traveling Autumnís thereon,
Remember to tip your brow to express
A fundamental disbelief, moved on.
Move on, again, across Autumnís finesse!
Hold on to solid liquid fuel! Behold,
Slow world! Natureís cloth has addressed
The patterns needed to unfold green gold!
When resting-weary graces lifeís curved debt,
Just as though cradled by Autumnís caress,
Slow world slumps into heartbeatís silhouette
Creating absence-tied benevolence.
So shushed once more, Autumns fail, thereupon
I wish my mind good luck, battered-withdrawn.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/14/12
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|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Such a paradox I read before me.
Autumn revealing her beauty.
And time to slow down, recover from life's turmoil.
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Ah, "Nature's cloth......" is so beautiful, huh?
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Nature is like the changing of the guard...Love
your words, Erin!
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|a lovely piece love the imgery
I miss the Autumn leaves falling
no longer in the northeast mountain area
I can only dream about them
Thanks for sharing
Love & Peace be with you
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|As surely Autumn redresses
so must we bringing a calm
reserve knowing that we are
loved by pursuit of peace
wrapping it's arms around
Lady Vivian, With Hugs
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Except for the sadness part, I couldn't make hide nor hair of this except to say it was as confused as perhaps that last line suggests.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|A prevailing tone of thoughtful sadness in this expression. Your last line, EEK-M, seems to ground the piece while establishing, (to this reader anyway) how well the similarities between personal life and nature are drawn through the passing of seasons. And, also how, at times, our hearts and minds are battered by storms (like nature) and life's seeming randomness. A poignant piece.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Excellent sonnet, Erin. The world is not such a nice place to deal with at times, as you most adroitly point out in this piece. I love these two lines . . .
"Slow world slumps into heartbeat's silhouette
Creating absence-tied benevolence."