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Opulent Jewels
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This Willow of illustrious beauty is out back past my garden The farmers are harvesting their soybeans & rustling up rabbits the hum of their combines & this Willow inspired this poetic expression
Opulent Jewels Aurulent pastoral majesty; Illumined empyral heights; Lithe willowy branches; Caressing vibrant chartreuse hues… Beyond the firmament of destiny; Autumnal painters kiss the stellular sky; Dressing statuesque Elysian timbers; With the decorant ochroid jewels of fall… Transcending gentle delectations of autumn; Pansophic whisper’s gingerly season the gelid air; Soothing bucolic slumber’s reining their beckon; As effulgent season’s of tonal treasures embrace… Ornate beauties decorate meadow’s golden canvas; Amidst svelte delicacies upon magnificent fields; Where rustic bark watches the harvesting countryside; Embellishing the quiet soul with season’s opulent jewels… (Written: November 12^th, 2009 11:54 a/m) In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love Embraced ~ Embrassé poétesse d'amour ~ poétesse romantique Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on November 18, 2009

One of my favorite trees, and you do it justice, Victoria. I really get a sense of the peace and beauty. I love the flowery imagery here. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by David cox (Reader)

Reviewed on November 15, 2009

what an amazing photo!
the words you write express the image you have chosen,
your photo's are getting really goodd,
happy snappping.
dave.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on November 13, 2009

Awesome imagery and message. Liz

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

What a canvas you have painted...dripping of golden rays!

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Another from the soul look at nature's dressing patterns as fall gives way to winter and one gown exchanged for another...love it Vick.
fee

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

In a faraway country they call willows by crying-willows, perhaps because soon they wouldn't be only naked but on winter's solitude.

Georg

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on November 12, 2009

Vickie,
This willow is a wondrous sonata and your words are its glorious notes.

John

Reviewed by Eugene Williams

The panaroma view of the beauti of nature with just the right kiss of life a prefect balance again a true master of your craft...

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

That willow has a place of prominence,
and a crown of glory. Almost as beautiful
as the colorful expressions
of your artistic soul.
blessings ...
r

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Vickie, the willow is an opulent jewel by itself -- cascading branches and leaves lead Springs advance and retard winters advance -- your masterful photo of the season's guardian are so quieting to the soul -- thanks for sharing the moment and your beautiful thoughts -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael