A season of change, it seems to be, looking in the distance, beyond tomorrow for that passion.........that change. We wait patiently, only to find that it is there, in our own backyard........ we only needed to look for its colorful presence.
This is how I read this Emily and as always your words make us think, that is a good thing. You and nature are truely connected.
Very original composition. I liked the first stanza better than the second, mostly because I thought the word-choice was less predictable. I thought the capitalization of "Passion" in s1, l3 was a good creative decision: it personifies the word, but also alludes indirectly to the Crucifixion (and so makes the reader pause), although this may not have been your intent. Capitalizing "Big Hill" was also nice, because it made it seem like more of a real place, and so added a human element to the piece. "my endurance was blessed" I liked as a line, if only because it's not a phrase often used. Wasn't sure how I felt about the last line... it didn't really leave me with a kick or a punch. And "intensifying" seemed a little too easy as far as word choice goes. But overall a very pleasant poem and I applaud your work. A fine job.
Emily, I see you had the patience to take in such a beautiful sight!
Early this morning, I saw an intensely, passionate wise old oak, bear witness to the scarlet and gold hues, and I endure to say, we are blessed by your wonderful skill to bring a timeless moment to life. Thank You!
. am back ... celebrating this gem of yours ... and thinking ... even to notice passion ... (let alone experience it) ... one needs patience ... patience is probably the ability to linger in a (moment of) passion ... so, you're right as always ... patience is "the" virtue ... plus ... you're awesome ...
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..