tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post5088800195460284030..comments2023-11-03T05:59:46.763-04:00Comments on Keeping Secrets: FallKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-25724315542098947252013-12-16T08:35:39.904-05:002013-12-16T08:35:39.904-05:00Lyrical beauty...Lyrical beauty...Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-50816127260923868302013-11-03T22:09:24.313-05:002013-11-03T22:09:24.313-05:00wonderful image to support your poetry.wonderful image to support your poetry.KGT (aka Cagey)https://www.blogger.com/profile/06763973309807575484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-88462047924162960752013-09-27T11:51:29.579-04:002013-09-27T11:51:29.579-04:00Too soon is too true - but your telling of it is b...Too soon is too true - but your telling of it is beautiful nonetheless...The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-73282105271950194362013-09-19T07:02:09.191-04:002013-09-19T07:02:09.191-04:00Beautiful poem... I especially like the tempo in t...Beautiful poem... I especially like the tempo in the end. Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-54090292477496257702013-09-18T09:25:55.883-04:002013-09-18T09:25:55.883-04:00How well you capture the sweetness, or bitter-swee...How well you capture the sweetness, or bitter-sweetness, of the harvest and those last days of sunshine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-70268249277308813942013-09-18T07:50:14.285-04:002013-09-18T07:50:14.285-04:00Karen I think you're most fortunate in living ...Karen I think you're most fortunate in living in a place where the poetry of nature is pure and visible. Not concreted over, ignored and disregarded by a population that given the opportunity will not even look up to see the movement of constellations. I see Orion is now beginning to come over the southeast night it is sad in a way if I point to him and none I know have ever met him, much less an apple shed from a living tree. Apples come in plastic bags from the Chain Market.. the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-17092228263875676042013-09-18T06:59:05.003-04:002013-09-18T06:59:05.003-04:00Ah, I am always a bit sad about those apples last ...Ah, I am always a bit sad about those apples last to fall...they grew so sweet all summer and at the end of their growth end up in a heap. One can hope, however, that they bring forth new life!Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-57137254986548584432013-09-17T22:58:19.504-04:002013-09-17T22:58:19.504-04:00Beautifully done...love the photo too.Beautifully done...love the photo too.Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-25748367048655634672013-09-17T22:30:13.364-04:002013-09-17T22:30:13.364-04:00you def captured the feel of fall...it is my fav t...you def captured the feel of fall...it is my fav time...that last brilliant beauty before the dying...all the color...the fruit...the end of the season...to rest...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474566446391728432.post-44747214627760001462013-09-17T20:29:01.057-04:002013-09-17T20:29:01.057-04:00I LOVE this poem. You have captured it so poignant...I LOVE this poem. You have captured it so poignantly.........this is how I feel exactly!Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.com