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“And all the lives we lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves …” Virginia Woolf
Autumn's Decision The storm passed quickly, failing to transition autumn to winter any faster than autumn was willing to allow, for autumn is possessed of her own determined time to relinquish her hold on nature, and certainly not at winter's behest; soon the air floated between two moods, charged with possibilities unknown, while the birds sang their thoughts and the trees pondered the gentle breeze. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Magical Autumn imagery Paul …
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The seasons personified — wonderful!
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Love towards Nature ❤️!
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Yes!
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Sounds like Autumn is well and truly in control where you are!
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Yes, it usually is, seems to be typical in this part of the world, and winter will have to wrestle in.
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Paul, I must admit that I appreciate Autumn’s stubbornness, while at the same time not appreciated Winter’s. The gentleness of the breeze is welcomed anytime. I really like that opening quote and the image you chose. Nice looking forest.
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It is indeed a beautiful space to venture into, and I resonate with your comment, here winter will have a fight to arrive and will surrender soon enough to spring. Thank you so much Lisa.
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You’re very welcome.
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Seasons well defined!
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Thank you Beverly.
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Those in-between seasons when
“…soon the air floated
between two moods, charged with
possibilities unknown,’
are always so thrilling to exist in.
Nicely writ ~peace, Jason
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Thank you so much for that Jason, yes indeed.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Beautiful, honest imagery. With what the summers are like here, Autumn is more than welcome. But we have to wait until late September.
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Yes, not unlike here in some ways, a summer where it ranges between 30 and 45C makes our late autumn more palatable for sure. Thank you Patricia.
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For every time there is a season . . .
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😊✨👍
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so lovely and hear i’m wondering what spring was thinking leaving us high and dry with mud lakes not water.
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Oh, not good, hope there’s some resolution to that.
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you do these layers of meaning so well … seasons, strife, life!
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Thank you very much for that Kate 🙂
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I love the idea of autumn not yet relinquishing her hold on nature. Lovely poem ❤
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Thank you so much Sunra 🙂
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Autumn for you… and we are having the first touch of summer.
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Thee weird world we live in, I’m constantly amazed that you are in a different day and season.
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Living seasons Paul — Well written! I celebrate the veracity and power of your words. May you continue always sharing only your authentic self — that alone makes you genuine, meaningful to read, and of worth to be heard! Síocháin!
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I really appreciate that rob, thank you – peace to you also (you speak my mother tongue).
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Im loving these nature poems and reflections on the essence of the bush spirituality – great photos too
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