Beautiful imgaery and tribute to the fresh changes each season brings. Each stanza is a little jewel apexed by the last one, "Quickened.............."..........Jerry
Kate, you do Dylan proud my friend -- this is a proper piece for Jack and his annual antics to earth's atmosphere -- I can dig the emotions you brushed for us -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael
I love this. It is easy to read and has a good tempo. I love the changing of the seasons, and I love hearing the children laughing and playing as they go sledding down the hill, I laugh right along with them at the funny snowmen they make. I still love a good snowball fight. Thank you for sharing Kate, this is simply .... in a word .... wonderful.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie.
seasonally stimulating breath of inspired imagery keeps poetic lungs full of changing atmosphere ...
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on September 12, 2009
Beautiful writing that in many ways takes me to my favorite Robert Frost pages, particularly:
"air, fresher,
bids ruffled feathers roam,
southbound birds to
wander home.
AND
"Girls, stalk-tall from summer,
shut draughty windows,
sigh long and slow;
await Jack’s whistle at the gate,
the hour late."
For me, what you've demonstrated here is a kinship to transition - a kinship to the cusp of a season - a keen awareness and appreciation for "moments."
Ah, we haven't seen the first frost yet. Our proximity to the ocean keeps us warm a bit longer. It's coming, though. I'm ready for baked stuffed pumpkin.
We've got a weathermen on China's English-speaking television channel,CCTV9, from England, called, appropriately enough, Mr Snow.
He always knows which way the wind blows.
Phew! hot and humid here, Kate, at the moment. This Scottish paleface becomes brent and ruddy like an aipple!
Ah, you've caught the crisp charms of golden Autumn. Such a mellow yellow time. Sere, august August.
Take a bite of a Cox's Pippin and think yourself lucky you're in the orchard that we know as England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales.
Read Alice Oswald's Pruning in Frost: the ghost of a world came down on a world. Those lines sent a shiver up me spine at Arvon'
s Hebden Bridge/Ted Hughes's place.
Ah, but you wurny there to feel it yirself. Or see the fox on the hillside; maybe even Ted's Thought Fox.
I'm looking forward to those "nips" that Jack will bring...alas, they will be near two months before we taste 'em! However, dear Kate, your words make the waiting all the more enticing!
Blessings and Love - Micke
(a rainy cool-spell brought us to mid-80s(F) today and for next week)
Ah, Mizz MP I have been too long in the shadows, how I've missed your delicate words softly treading across my interpretive fields. Beautifully done Kate.
I am alays amazed at your ability to unite the beauty and intricacy of mother nature with equally intricate romance so that they blend into this marvelous painting of calm. I could actually feel the girl shiver at the window...either with the chill of a fall breeze or the anticipation of what the lover whistling at the end of the lane implied for later. This was one of your very best for me sweet Kate...thanks so much for allowing us to share it.
hugs
fee
Although it's still summer in Milan, you can feel fall on its way in the cooler evening. I'm a summer girl...but coming from Connecticut, I too, love the fall...a beautiful season that's all too short...it's what happens next (winter) that I don't like...but then there's always the spring to look forward to...and so the cycle repeats itself! And Kate, this is written so beautifully...like everything you write!
At the beginning of the week the world around was like a male peafowl showing all kinds of greens, but at the end of the week, suddenly it was all jaundiced, perhaps it go that flu going around too, because it is giving me its cold shoulder.
YES...FALL ONCE AGAIN MAKE AN ENTRANCE...VANQUISHING SUMMER AND ITS ENGRAVINGS ON LAND, SEA AND HEARTS...AS THE WORLD TURNS. GREAT POEM VERY MUCH ENJOYED...AS IT HAS BECOME MY CUSTOM TO DO. THANKS FOR SHARING ....GOD BLESS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I can feel how the earth is making ready for winter, and us human beings needing to go with the changes. Autumn is such a beautiful time of the year in New England, USA, the leaves turn magnificent colors, and then they wither and fall blanketing the Earth with all their colorful pieces. I love to watch the animals getting ready for the winter, they are like little workers gathering food and shelter.
During the winter there is a gentle calm all around and the snow makes everything so pure and clean.
I guess your poem triggered off some fond memories of autumn and the blast of winter. Thanks, Kate, you always deliver fantastic poetry!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2009
I'm so looking forward to winter in Texas this year. Will not miss the cold again. LadyJ
Beautiful writing, Kate; well penned! I, for one, am glad to be seeing summer go; I have had enough of heat and humidity! The older I get, the worse the heat bothers me!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2009
Yeah, but the Weatherman Dylan was speaking of was a bunch of murderous thugs. Just had to remind everyone of that.
This was quite beautiful, Kate, "first lingering kiss / transition’s bliss." When you go into your poems meaning you are very adept at controlling your keyboard strokes and getting the point across in a very precise, quick manner. This is just another of your masterpieces that we here at AD have become accustomed to.
I love autumn... and therefore I loved your line "all is calm with autumn balm." The analogy of changing seasons and life slowing down and then quickening again is superbly matched with the heart quickening feelings of love.
May not need the weatherman, to know which way the wind blows; but o, you've captured the seasons and love perfectly! Stunning verse; very well penned! BRAVA!
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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shut draughty windows,
sigh long and slow;
And I want to be Jack (Frost), Kate. This is a lovely ode to autumn. Thank you for sharing your gifts, Kate. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
transition's bliss'
Wow! Awesome pen, Kate, love it!
Sheila
EDWIN
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie.
You know that this is one of your all-time best! I write only to confirm the fact and say how pleasantly it reads to this old boy. Love, - Bill
"air, fresher,
bids ruffled feathers roam,
southbound birds to
wander home.
AND
"Girls, stalk-tall from summer,
shut draughty windows,
sigh long and slow;
await Jack’s whistle at the gate,
the hour late."
For me, what you've demonstrated here is a kinship to transition - a kinship to the cusp of a season - a keen awareness and appreciation for "moments."
He always knows which way the wind blows.
Phew! hot and humid here, Kate, at the moment. This Scottish paleface becomes brent and ruddy like an aipple!
Ah, you've caught the crisp charms of golden Autumn. Such a mellow yellow time. Sere, august August.
Take a bite of a Cox's Pippin and think yourself lucky you're in the orchard that we know as England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales.
Read Alice Oswald's Pruning in Frost: the ghost of a world came down on a world. Those lines sent a shiver up me spine at Arvon'
s Hebden Bridge/Ted Hughes's place.
Ah, but you wurny there to feel it yirself. Or see the fox on the hillside; maybe even Ted's Thought Fox.
Think on it, lass!
Blessings and Love - Micke
(a rainy cool-spell brought us to mid-80s(F) today and for next week)
Carole~
Walt
Super secret Sid;-)
I can hear Dylan strummin and mumblin this beauty, an absolute beauty, Kate; everything's here, the feeling, the changes, the earthy awareness.
John
hugs
fee
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
During the winter there is a gentle calm all around and the snow makes everything so pure and clean.
I guess your poem triggered off some fond memories of autumn and the blast of winter. Thanks, Kate, you always deliver fantastic poetry!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
This was quite beautiful, Kate, "first lingering kiss / transition’s bliss." When you go into your poems meaning you are very adept at controlling your keyboard strokes and getting the point across in a very precise, quick manner. This is just another of your masterpieces that we here at AD have become accustomed to.
Cryssa
May not need the weatherman, to know which way the wind blows; but o, you've captured the seasons and love perfectly! Stunning verse; very well penned! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.