Breathing In Life

By skinner_jennifer
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Sunday 18th August 2019.
Sarah's birthday barbecue.
Enjoying need
For inspiration
As hearing caw
Of crows,
Deep thoughts turn
To northern winds,
Breathing in bracing
Crispness as showers
Keep me alert,
Distances no problem,
Dancing down rains
Drumming music of life,
Gentle melodious rhythm
Keeps me in time.
Sun tanned faces beckon me
To share warmth of summer,
We are a mixed potpourri...
Different fragrances
For each season,
I profess to liking earthy
Cedar wood – cinnamon -
Sweet taste of harvested
Apples...windfalls for
Earth's creatures to explore.
Each day seems to be a lottery
Unsure of what to expect, but
I think yield will be sweeter
As optimism now scattered.
We laughed and shared conversation,
Discovering joy...both young and old
engaging with excitement joining in
the party of life.
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Another lovely poem from you
Another lovely poem from you to beckon Autumn. As you know I am entirely with you on this and your fifth stanza reminds me of lots of what is exciting about Autumn. Loved ‘deep thoughts turn to northern winds’ too. :)
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The mixture at this time of
The mixture at this time of year is very refreshing, isn't it? I was picking fallers up at the nursing home (careful not to put clinging wasps in the car!) and the autumnal aroma in the car was quite pleasant!
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"We laughed and shared
"We laughed and shared conversation,
Discovering joy...both young and old
engaging with excitement joining in
the party of life."
How refreshing to read a poem full of joy and optimism as opposed to the air of gloom and depression which seems to have soured our daily life. The fact that one can enjoy windfall apples is a positive message that has to be encouraged.
My best wishes, Jenny.
Luigi xx
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I like how you make a
I like how you make a happiness forecast :
"I think yield will be sweeter
As optimism now scattered."
"Dancing down rains" is lovely line!
Agree something primal about apples, knowing the weight holds the summer, all the tree knew in your hand
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
Lovely poem, and it shows your love of autumn things again. I like the poupouri idea.
Jean
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