Colors of the Wind

Autumn sings a Song 

Cedar Waxwings fly away 

Violns  sweetly play... 

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Good morning dear Pat,
Awake and up since 4am
Way too much on mind.. now it is 6am
Perfect time to read and review.
Yours being the first.
Such a sweet and lovely poem
Interesting how 3 lines can evoke so many thoughts.
Really enjoyed your words.
Hoping you are both doing well and keeping healthy.
Lisa, awake in Spain

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lisa.. it is a little past one am here in Fredericksburg, Virginia on the East Coast of the USA.. just beginning Monday, November 13. I happened to wake up and I discovered your Review. Always a pleasure to read your words. It is chilly these days with a hot Sun… then when the Sun goes down….
Brrrr. Hope you can sleep enough for good health. My husband Roger has Dialysis three days a week for almost five years… so we eat well sand try to sleep enough. Take care… tenderly, Pat 🎹🎼

[Lisasview]

Yes, I do remember you saying that your husband is on dialysis…
Eating properly and sleeping enough is so important…
Hugs,
L

[Mauricio Montoya]

The first line got me autumn as wind blows sing a song but fly away as the music plays , I love it because it flows gently music to my ears.
Thank you for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Mauricio… a simple Haiku that resonates with colors of Autumn as Cedar Waxwings Song blends with Violins. Thanks for your generous Review. gently, Pat

[Mauricio Montoya]

Thank you your words made My day

[Mauricio Montoya]

Excellent write

[Weeping willow]

Lovely expressed piece, words flow beautifully ;-]

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Willow… always a pleasure to read your Review. So lovely to watch the Autumn Leaves falling like a Concerto by Beethoven … gently, Pat

[duff]

Delicate imagery with a natures blanket. Wonderfully done.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Duff… I curl up in a Blanket of Autumn Dreams when Goblins wander like Ghosts on Halloween. Children have their Bags of Candy Corn… pleasant dreams and thank you for drifting by and leaving a Treat. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful imagery here Pat. We are having warm and sunny autumn days and the colours are rich. Your poem is delightful. We sat in the sun having a drink outside the marina bar yesterday. All is well. Your poem gives me that feeling too, of continuity. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… a lovely gift to hear from you… the Couloirs do sing a 🎶… Song.. like a Choir of Lillies singing to the Moon .. It is Nine am on Sunday in the East Coast.. I bought an old violin at St. Vincent de Paul thrif store a month ago, and now tomorrow the Salvation Army Thrift store will deliver a black Ebony upright Piano 🎹 that I bought. Our golden years will be spent by the Rappahannock River listening to the Music of Composers who knew the meaning of 💗 Love. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

How wonderful your golden years will be with music Pat. Piano and violin. You will be well rewarded with your thrift store purchases.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi Chris.. I took Piano lessons in grade school to where I could play some sheet music.. and I love Violin music. My granddaughter Madeline has taken some Piano lessons and also played the Base Fiddle for a while she also studied the Base Clarinet as did her older brother Ethan. Maddie is now a sophomore in high school and she plays Girls Softball … Not sure I can learn the Violin, however Maddie may play a bit and I may take some Violin lessons. Older people have been known to learn Musical 🎶 Instruments… but first the Holidays. Hugs, Pat

[Dave Brown]

This is so nicely done, I don't know what to say!!!
Since you have written such a lovely piece, I wonder if you could go one step further and also write a note of congratulation to yourself, from me, emphasizing to yourself, how very much I enjoyed your effort.
I wait in soft anticipation.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave… you must be Brave in BC… especially after reading your Mystery Poem. I hear the Winters are tough. Your Review is far too kind; however it inspires me to explore the forthcoming Snowflakes more carefully. Truly grateful, Pat

[Dave Brown]

🕊️ 🐇

[Patricia Wedel]

Pleasant Dreams…. 🎃 Happy Halloween 👻 …. Pat

[willweb]

We don't have seasons so much where I live but we did where I use to live and I certainly miss them. Autumn was always one of my favorites and your poem brings it right back to me. I could feel the crisp air and smell the cinnamon and pine....thank you for sharing this.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Will… poetry does bring back Memories.. so glad you felt the Nostalgia of Autumn… next we will gather Pine Cones in November and December. Wishing you Fair Weather, my friend.. Pat

[Lorry]

Today is so overcast and bleak here Pat, with it not even 6pm and already turning dark, that it feels like the tune autumn is playing, is the funeral march of the marionettes (theme from Alfred Hitchcock presents.) 😊
Still, at least it's put me in the mood for a holiday to warmer climes. 😊

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lorry… I trust I brought a bit of Light and Color into your Life.. our Maple trees have turned bright Orange and Gold and the Wind sends them to the ground. A blanket of Beauty… Be Brave and Believe that the World turns round and round for everyone. I appreciate your Visit… to Kismit. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks … having a problem… last line should read as follows: Violins playing… (that would complete my Haiku properly. My Internet has a “Clitch”. As ever, Pat

[Red Brick Keshner]

Violins are a dreamy sort of voice and the song of nature in every Season is a gift for us to enjoy. Thanks Patricia!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Frederick… your Review is appreciated. I revised the last line of my Haiku… The Colors of the Wind will be my Copyright,