love for the barren
Tell me, Fall, have you fallen
in love with Spring? Or merely with
the pretty things Spring tends to bring…
With her voice? Or with the birds
that for her never cease to sing…
With her hair? Or with the leaves
now lost to you upon her trees…
With her scent? Or with the smell
of lilies blooming in the well…
With her kiss? Or with the mist
of sunshowers upon your lips…
With her poise? Or with the grace
of swaying willows hung like lace…
With her scars? Or with the names
of lovers on her oak trees carved…
With her tears? Or with the dew
each morning shed for days anew…
With her eyes? Or with the skies
within which no purer blue lies…
Tell me, Fall, where do you hide?
To wait for Spring’s turn to arrive
when once again your season dies…
its spring here.rejoice.
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When I read your poems, I find myself wondering if anyone will ever love me like how you write about it- if anyone will ever think I’m as graceful as a willow tree. Beautiful,as always.
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RYN: thanks for the note – I love Maynards lyrics too – their music is a huge influence to me. Read a few of your entries, very lovely.
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I read this out loud to a friend tonight. How about that!
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ryn: Unfortunately I have a single issue that guides me. Sony doesn’t have any devices that support Audible audio books. Audible support of my previous players is going down the tubes, but their iPod support is growing, probably because Apple does most of the programming. iTunes has become my Audible manager. That makes me growly and snarly.
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