
“Autumn wins you best by its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.” Robert Browning
Come The Autumn Rains Long days of weary heat have baked us like kiln-fired earthenware, the ground is dry, parched, the spade creates shards, powdery dust touches me in ways I cannot speak, come the autumn rains the ground will surrender softly, leaves will sleep into soil stirring seeds of life, and I will awaken. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Amazing lines..
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Very lovely Paul. That will be us in about 6 months, in the Northern Hemisphere.
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Beautiful.
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I love how this poem evokes your relationship with the land.
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Love this one, Paul, especially the soft surrender of the dry ground to autumn rains. We need some spring rains here!
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Thank you
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Thank you Lesley 🙂
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And I will go to sleep until spring awakens me😄
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I sure of that 🙂
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