I’ve been talking with the trees in my yard,
daily chit chat about bird things, and
rain that promises to visit, but never appears.
They remember yellow and orange stories
fragmented into distractions of time,
crisp, bitter feelings that fall to the dying.
Today they are very talkative, but
soon they will stand cold and silent.
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exquisite!
Catches the feeling just perfectly. Underlying our perception is a reality. We shift our moods, things shift their seasons. You are comfortable in this deep water and that is good, very good! Great stuff Pat!
Wow, this is really nice! It captures the mood of the coming winter very well. Thank you for stopping by my blog and commenting. You are welcome anytime.
Just wonderful Pat!
I love it!
Pat, I absolutely love this poem. Oh.
They remember yellow and orange stories
fragmented into distractions of time
oh, this one so speaks to me, pat! love it!
nice
but spit balls- not cool
What a tremendous sketch. I'd love to have been there as a fly-on-the-fence to hear this conversation.
It's getting closer each day---
i like what youve done hear
great treatment of this idea
"They remember yellow and orange stories
fragmented into distractions of time,
crisp, bitter feelings that fall to the dying"
this was my favorite part
Senile B., thanks!!
Russell, deep water's easy if you have a boat. Thank you Sir!!
Catch, thanks for repaying the visit, and the wonderful comment!!
Thank you Margie!!
Thanks MB, now I have to clean up those "distractions"!!
Thanks Polona!!
Thanks Kai!! It must be the boy in me.
Vaughn, you can come anytime. Those guys in white jackets aren't welcome anymore. They do things with electricity ole Ben and Thomas never thought of.
Yes it is Andrew. I killed a snake in the front yard yesterday, I wish it would hurry!!!
Camera Shy, I try to keep a clean place. thank you!!
A lovely poem Pat....
That is an amazing poem.
Nice, but so true...winter is about to take them
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