vendredi, octobre 14, 2005
	
	A Poem
	The beauty of fall; stunning colors and crisp air inspired me to write a poem. I wrote the poem in 2002 after a walk with Tanya through a park. Apart from two word changes the poem is as it was three years ago. The poem came to mind recently as it expressed how I felt absorbing the beauty of a season that is so paradoxical-death and beauty so intimately involved in creating the season we call fall.
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the setting sun
   spills its last rays
   dipping tips of birch
   in soft yellow hue.
    
   
the dusk canvas
   anticipates
   as creation paints
   another scene.
    
   
the light fades
   and darkened limbs
   stretch to greet
   the winter moon.
	
	Posted by Jeremy J Harnett ::
	9:09 p.m. ::
   
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