HARVEST CAN BE A WONDERFUL TIME OF YEAR...WHEN ONE REAPS THE BEAUTY OF THEIR LIFE AND LOVE. WELL DONE...A CONVEYER OF PEACEFUL THOUGHTS. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS,
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Harvesting is surely the operative word in your poem Christine. And lost merely innuendo obscuring the reaping of plant, love and poetry. I can relate easily to such experiences of the heart and soul. A covert commune with self, nature and lover. May love and peace be with you my dear friend. Jon Michael

very beautiful, morgan

Kewl. As you sow...
One never knows if a poem hits its target.

who could not love to be lost
inside such a beautiful garden!!

May The Poet's Seed Forever Sow The Roots Of Your Heart!!
So Very Lovely!

Love's Bounty
Vickie

I see 'lost' here as an experience of wilderness, being lost in its beauty, but I see, too, the other loss and the redemption of creativity.
Pithy, poignant and very worthwhile, Christine.

John

I love to be wild in the country sorta seems quite exciting.

Ciao
Ragna Donna

What strikes me about this is the insinuation of being "lost." And this then ties in with this sort of wandering soul, connoisseur/ lover of poetry type. And I think maybe we're all a little lost (speaking of myself mainly); but perhaps the poet or reader of poetry is just a little bit more aware of this sense of forlorn longing than others. Good poem. All the best.

Beautifully put to words.

This is so lovely, Christine...

Carole~

Absolutely beautiful, Christine! A wealth of words!

Anna

Christine, this is lovely!

VERY nice senryu, my friend. One of those I wish I had written.

Truly lovely sentiments, Christine. Thank you for sharing them. Love and best wishes,

Regis

The theme of poems that are planted and grow, ready to become emotional nourishment, resonates within me. Nice.

Axilea

A flower blossoms in your words

Christine,
Fall is all about planting and growing..Your poem, speaks to all romantics, and lover's of nature..You have combined both to make magic..I can feel love.

Peace, love and light,
Amber

With so few words you plant
A forest comes alive.

So fresh and clever!
Poetry is medicine for the heart~
Blessings,
Christine

poetry especially love poems when planted in the heart of the one you love do sprout into beautiful bouguets of blessings and desires. You captured not only the season but the wonder of love...well done Chrissie, I love this one.
hugs
fee

This piece was lovely, Christine.


GOD BLESS YOU
TONY

Lost is never good;
Harvesting always is.