Nice to be reminded that autumn isn't all about depression and meloncholy... of course this harvest has a more sensual meaning... more of a mind caress though, that special kind of touch that is rare a golden trefoil leaf spinning through the air... this sighs with a delicate blush of color, and a gentle yearning for that feeling that is just beyond words...
one word can evoke myriad images harvested from memory...dreams...the normal walk in the day to day...you make a season sensual...and it is as much my mind that makes it so and thus i can associate on all the levels you place before me in rich rubicund colourations....it is as delicate as you can be...with scent that touches far into your slumbered night...across sky and sea...to kiss my mind with bright delight....
Your words are always so...heavenly. Your poetry is like Nirvana decided to put on the skin of a human, pick up a pen, and start spinning magic like gold off a loom it stole from Rumplestiltskin whilst he played games with the dreams of mortals. I like this work. It's amazing as always.
moving through your words is like being there with you, like watching you dance, like feeling the breeze of you brush by, and wondering if that is your soul smiling through your lips
ooo.. love me some fall fare in poetic beauty.. such as you sweetly delivered to us like a lovely basket of fruit. Gift recieved with pleasure.. Perhaps it's time to bake a pie. :)
Nice to be reminded that autumn isn't all about depression and meloncholy... of course this harvest has a more sensual meaning... more of a mind caress though, that special kind of touch that is rare a golden trefoil leaf spinning through the air... this sighs with a delicate blush of color, and a gentle yearning for that feeling that is just beyond words...