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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