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Memories



Even in the quietest moments
there is something to be heard
as the autumn colds arrive
filling you with memories
of the last long cold winter

The trees are all bare
there is a feel of death all around
the ground covered with leaves
like a patchwork comforter
inviting you to cover up in the cold

The seasons come and go
and it seems more quickly every year
it seems that happens with age
the days turn into months and years
and the memories like these remain







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  • Wickedruby1 gold member
    November 12

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    Very good

    This is a very good poem, the years do shorten the seasons, it seems you don't get into one when it is over and another is starting.


  • Genevieve79
    November 10

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    Wow i am feeling that way lately... last part of the poem... where does time go? So strange how things pass in the blink of an eye now... As always a great read, very thought provoking and good luck in the contest!


  • chinmay
    November 10

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    Very poignant thoughts captured with nostalgia. Well done.


  • islekine gold member
    November 9

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    Seasons do seem to go much

    more quickly now...guess I am in the Autumn of my years?
    Thanks for sharing your talent! Best wishes in the contest and always!
    Write on and on...

    and

  • islekine gold member
    November 9
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    Seasons do seem to go much

    more quickly now...guess I am in the Autumn of my years?
    Thanks for sharing your talent! Best wishes in the contest and always!
    Write on and on...

    and


  • BluesMan gold member
    November 9

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    Once again, I'm right there with you brother. My sentiments exactly! As the trees shed their leaves we're shedding our hair and sometimes our flaky withered skin!
    Hehehheh lol
    Rather than looking in the mirror, I always prefer basking in the memory of splendored yout!h

    Good luck in the contest.

    Bill


  • amnouup
    November 9

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    Thought provoking

    Its a very sweet thought provoking poem, like it :-)

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