"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
Brown paper leaves...nicely worded.
This is incredible!
I love the textures in this piece. Each word is carefully chosen for maximum effect.
This made me thirsty, I could feel the dryness and brittle dust,Elizabethhttps://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/the-gap-between-belief-and-experience/
It is sad when autumn has no orange....but then it gives a reason to look forward to the winter!
ah...the last phase of autumn...great lines Susie....
I can hear those dry brown leaves coughing and rattling. Wonderful, Susie. It is so nice to see you in the Pantry!
Perfect. To find the silver lining in such brown disappointment is splendid. I loved your comment on my poem, where the screaming blood also reveals a little silver and gold.
Glad you see winter as the silver linning. WhereI live in southern New Mexico. things are mostly brown all year long. But, I'm sorry autumn didn't bring you orange.
So sad to not have a true fall.
Beautifully penned! Sad when there's no orange!
Well, the color could be a symbol, here the orange - emotional yearning? between colors and solitude of white...don't we all panicking a little before a winter...
I think winter just smiled. I'm always winning in winter--my Dominican bones don't care much for the cold. But I can see how leaves fried by the absence of moisture can make us wish for the icy one...
Goodness... the drought! I live in the desert southwest and visit California quite often. Brown and dry pervade. Glorious rain is improving the situation now. Gratitude sustains.
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