Thank you sweet petulia (Emma Joy) for the luverly pic and inspiration.
There is a place of calm within my soul,
an autumn that wraps around my heart
that reminisces young and vintage memories
where old friends visit, share the warmth of coffee,
that place of colorful reverie whispers my name
blush of summer gone and renewal has begun
shades of firewood on wood burning stoves
as spirited leaves begin to fall to their demise
I catch the memories like snowflakes on the tongue
waiting in the shadows, a stoic season ready to nip its chill
in this moment I relish the burnished views afore
the golden, fruition of a gathering equinox of thoughts
they dance amongst the scarlet hues playfully amused
until old man winter comes to tuck them in yet again
"that reminisces young and vintage memories where old friends visit, share the warmth of coffee,"
I enjoyed the poem. The above is my favorite. Would be nice to gather with old friends. To be able to talk till we can't no more. Thank you for the memories and amazing poetry.
Coyote
Lovely, reads like a leaf in the breeze... Really Lovely Piece of work Frieda ( :
I think it is my favorite of all your writings !
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11 Years Ago
How lovely of you to say Renee, I love this review 'reads like a leaf in the breeze', that's poetic .. read moreHow lovely of you to say Renee, I love this review 'reads like a leaf in the breeze', that's poetic in itself my friend. :-) Thanks so much!
Truly masterful depiction of the season, Frieda, and the season of the heart that puts things to rest with vibrant memories and a nod to the cold that may follow...
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11 Years Ago
Wow Rita thank you, I'm truly humbled by your review.
This is perfectly enticing. It celebrates the season in all its sensory glory. It also reminds us to take a moment and partake in the changes, for their time with us is brief and winter is waiting in the wings. Nicely done Frieda.
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