Love is a journey....a glorious one. The colors change and sometimes we trample on the leaves that fall, but we continue to continue. A wonderful metaphor and since today is September 1st, a good one to welcome Autumn. Lydi**
Something great about walking through nature. Especially if it's a slow walk to nowhere. The stolen kiss leads us into the unknown. Maybe this is the first outing, hopefully hoping for more.
That is a beautiful description of a journey of love. It is really like it. I love this line- "backpacks full of promise" and the ending is exquisitely written as well. The whole piece is like a live show, you can feel what is happening, you can perceive what is happening. Great. Keep writing.
I am intrigued by the word play. The use of imagery to carry emotional undercurrents is quite striking. The tempo creates a pulsing, breathing work, there is almost an actual experience of sound. I find the intonation quite effortless.
This seems somehow sad to me. That despite walking on the trail together, it is more of an arrangement. But maybe I am reading more into it than is there. Anyway, glad to catch up. I was gone while you were it seems.
Love is a journey. It is filled with ups and downs. Yet, somehow, manages to replenish and restore itself. Strengthening the bonds along the way. Beautifully written. I love the lush and vibrant imagery in this piece,
I see the remembrances of past Falls and their back magics and forward promises. Colors do alert us to anticipate many things in accordance with nature's dances. Nothing is lost on the trail of love even the tree lined emotions. You bring a picture perfect to enjoy...:).............
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..