Autumn has broken

There is a fine misty sort of rain today, and the leaves are in their full splendor as they explode in color and fall graciously to be crunched under my grateful feet.

Mute passion

Calling
is there a response through the night
this that you always knew would be
how shall it be lived
what is the want
where does this unplanned unlooked for presence
belong or fit

Called
the responding is deafening in resonance
so is it possible
if the status quo needs to be reconfigured
uneasy and uncertain shadows flit in licks of light
having hesitated
does progress proceed in slow motion

A tarantella through molasses
one lately leaping heart is landing
looking at a new place
informed by soft and ancient mountains
over which the sky displays its majestic magnificence
while soft peaks offer vistas as broad
as those from sharper mountaintops

Calls and responses
reality has asserted itself twice over
in a sunkissed dance and in a secret night song
shall it live in a twilight compromise
perhaps it must
for it will not end and for now
will not shift its shape

I love the tarantula through molasses thingie…. what a talent/Gift you have.

Starr418

November 4, 2003

Mmmm I miss fall on the East coast.

Woman of many hats..

many leaves gone here…

LiteBrite

mmm, I just love the fall here in New England… :)this was beautiful! 🙂

Sweet poet, this one is so alive with wonderful dancing imagination. Love it…Thank you and hugs for sharing the inner you with such glowing beauty.

Nice that the leaves are showing off for you today and crunchy too : ) Like the whitter and maybe a shape shifting will surprise you sometime. Hugs and Smiles

Most of the leaves on the trees here are still green. We may go straight from Summer into Winter. Darnit.

noko

I was reading about adnomination this morning where the poet rings changes on a root word and here you are ringing changes on the fine art of calling.

redmoonrising

it is said that a good poet writes and everyone that reads the writings thinks it was written for them… oddly this one talks to me

songbird

This one does burst with life, mixed in with a beautiful and colorful season.. Excitement in the air.. Hugs

*hugs*

Ultimatepoem

I love the misty rain. It’s like billions teeny wet kisses all over my body^_^ This happy thought lead wonderfully into your beautiful song. Your words ring through my head, raising the corners of once very down turned lips…

Well, dang it. I was too late into aim to catch ya. But I’ll cya later in blue and green : ) Buncha Hugs and Smiles

glitter & wings.

*hugs and eskimo kisses* take care,

Sweet dreams, sleep well and be cosy. Good night kiss, don’t fall out the bed *smiles*

i remember autumn…*reaches back into memory*.. ::hugs::

The Rickster

Our leaves are mostly gone now. They fell from the trees at nearly the same time they changed color….

i especially like this line in your whitter: in a sunkissed dance and in a secret night song i love to dance and sing. (smiles) it was cold today here on the monterey peninsula. cold seabreeze coming off of the bay. brrrrrr…