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!!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed you persuade the reader to tune into the orchestral symphony through such vivid descriptive narrative in this poem. Cojouring up these vignettes to describe the music is a fine art.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... your review is so Fine and charming too. Please forgive me for being confused. Tomorrow is another day.. my friend... I will be back after a long Nap. truly, Pat

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah tis but a slip between cup and lip! Sleep well.

[Lorry]

I just had a duh moment Patricia, when I pictured you with a broomstick, dancing as you swept leaves from your path, until I realised it was the leaves dancing on the breeze! 😊
In my defence, it has just past midnight here and perhaps its not quite the right time to be reviewing.
But it was fun to think of you as a cartoon character dancing with the broom that somehow had better moves than I ever could! 😊

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lorry... I do dress like Autumn Leaves and love to dance with the Breeze. I sweep Cobwebs for Halloween and love Candy Kisses for Trick and Treat. Aways enjoy your Visits . tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, your beautiful images of the natural world take your readers to a place, away from the horrors of what is unfolding elsewhere in the world. For that I am truly grateful. You create paintings with your words. I wish all the best to you both and hope all is as well as it can be. Music and poetry are lifesavers to many.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... your generous review has me in a World of unfortunate events... whereupon-- I lean on the everlasting Arms of Angels like You. Roger and I are experiencing enough medical situations to become "home hermits". It is true that Poetry is very Healing. May your days be Sunny with lavender blues. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Sorry to hear that Pat. You are both in my thoughts. Take good care of yourselves.

[C. M. Miller]

It has been, time and again, the serene brevity of your verses that speak volumes, as it is with this delightful piece.

I read your comments in reply to Ms. Shaw, and I can only echo her comment in reply. Poetry is a healing balm to both spirit and soul.

[Patricia Wedel]

Yes, dear Poet... iT is mysterious when our Muse opens a door To discover the beauty of a Rose. softly, Pat

[Soren]

Nice images presented here where the visual becomes auditory and emotion drives reality. Yes I have not found the answer to the riddle yet. Nicely done

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren... I changed the Title to Fiddles and Fox Trots; however the Riddle has not been solved. The Best of Autumn days to you and yours. softly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This poem is an enchanted overture!
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

The Magic Flute enchants Vienna... while Autumn leaves fall softly. Thank you Jacob... wishing you a lovely Overture played with Violins. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

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