Fiddles and Fox Trots

Autumn Leaves with golden embers become an enchanted overture of Mozart's Art in Flames...

Beneath the boughs of Rhapsodies where colors become 

the sound of French Horns as the warmth of love is 

the Persuasion of destiny... 

The Red Fox escapes into the Forest where Lovers dwell 

and the sound of the Base Fiddle becomes a Riddle... 

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

'dear Folks... When Autumn becomes colors of melancholy and the Green Forest becomes illuminated ... the Wise Owl sees the Man in the Moon...
the Author, Pat'

Seems you have gifted your admiring reviewers to two poems today.. many thanks for sharing yet more of your dream-like panoramas, dear lady.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Em... my muse ran off with Peter Pan and now you have rescued me. Being an Artist is Panaoramic with orchestrated Madame Butterfly Blues. Hugs and purple pansy thoughts. gently, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Madame Butterfly offers beautiful sounds to sway to, Pat - especially with Peter Pan as partner. But then, music, including the blues, opera and all else is such a wonderful cure - we know that only too well. Love the thought of purple pansies swaying in a kiss-gifted breeze, dusk illuminated, of course. xx

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Em... it is that time of Year when Pumpkins glow even in the Sun... and Pansies become Fairies that hide beneath Chrysanthemums... Yes, Peter Pan never wanted to grow up... and Tinker-belle lives on... with Courage... my friend. softly, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Do any of us ever want to completely grow up.. OR is it that some never do any way! xx

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em... when we moved to our present home almost six years ago, I said, "God planted us where we would Grow." It is true... and when it Snows, the crystals will shine like like twinkling Stars... my friend. Pat xx

[emmajoygreen]

You end comment in your last message is BEAUTIFUL, dear Pat!!!

[Betty Hermelee]

Your dreamy scene of rhapsodies , destiny the warmth of love from a French horn and the foxes dwell where lovers tryst among sounds of the French horn…what could be more romantic than this…
You always have these dreamy poems that soothe the soul…
Warmly, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Pat. You create a wonderful and beautiful place with your words. I loved the complete poem. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[AYVID N]

"The Red Fox escapes into the Forest where Lovers dwell"

Such an enchanting poem to read. Such wonders lie in the deep, imaginative forest of your beautiful mind, dear Patricia. When I read you, I'm transported to a heaven on earth.

Much appreciation, admiration and love....

[Matthew Kult]

Colorfully creative. Flowingly fresh

Like a whimsical breeze waking from the soft slumber of heavy intoxication due to a creative slip from reality.

With love,

Matthew

[andrew mitchell]

Always liked the baroque period of music especially Bach and Vivaldi four seasons. Another fine piece Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew, I appreciate your Review. I was fortunate that our Church private schools offerred exposure to Classical Music, and we sang in the Church Choir. Music was not my Major; however, it will always be a part of my Soul. softly, Pat

[John the Baptist]

I am listening to Beethoven's 9th as I write this. I think the "Ode to Joy" would fit in the Forest where Lovers dwell just as well as anything of Mozart's.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... the Composers of a by-gone Eras will always be the Music that brings a Measure of Serenity when Clouds become dark and foreboding. The depth of Mozart will be always in our Repoirtoire. softly, Pat

[Dave Brown]

your wonderful world of fiddles and foxtrots is much preferred to the ever increasing number of bombs and gunshots

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave... we are living in Times of disregard for freedoms that have been a blessing to many. And yet the Barbaric want to destroy the Heart of
Humanity. We need the Rain and Thunder to wash away the Evil thereof. Pat

[Neville]

Oh' what a magical mystery merely waiting to be found by said lovers and to be joyously resolved .. Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... the Autumn of our Life can be a whirlwind of Emotions ... whereby... we begin the Beguine ... realizing that the Music is within. softly, Pat

[Tom]

To the sound of a rapturous symphony where lovers go to their secret hideaway, a place bedecked with image inspiring, autumnal scenery, beautifully penned romance!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Tom... the colors of Chrysanthemums and Autumn leaves bring an intoxicating atmosphere. It seems that even our feathered friends are on a honeymoon to Jupiter. softly, Pat

[FGFRANKLIN]

I can see the red foxtail silently disappearing into the brush as its owner returns to the den. I saw a fox climb a tree once. The fox was the same size as a large housecat and it ran across the road in front of me and right up a tree. I was, to say the least, surprised. I had to go look up, "gray fox that climbs trees" on Google. It turns out that the Gray Fox is the only known canine that can climb trees. At least I wasn't seeing things. I enjoyed the read.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fabian... your story is like a Fable... and I am seeing it unfold in my imagination. I have alway loved the expression-- "Crazy like a Fox. Be blessed this Autumn as colored Leaves fly like Pheasants. softly, Pat