The north wind trickles
silent,
Around the bend
of change.
Where cool air is crisp
and heavy,
And the bounty
is a full basket,
As my steps
on breaking leaves.
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I was really fascinated by this... the title, "Hues" made me of course expect to see color word in the poem, but instead I got sights, sounds, sensations...yet somehow with you careful selection of phrases, the mind can not help find the color. I was particularly affected by the sound of the leaves... and the abundance of such breakage and change. REally cool write!
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I like this!
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Ah yes, that sound, that scent that enters the nostrils with a pungent perfection . . . there is something timeless in such a walk.
Marc
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I can feel crisp crackle under my feet
with scent of Autumn sweet
footsteps with sounds of nature, meet...
I adore this
Lynda
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crisp as an autunm's breeze...it seeps deep inside me
warmly i look upon the golden moon on the moist fallen leaves
mal
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beautiful.
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