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[The Goddess]

Vivaldi Four Seasons Autumn


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCEB4v3o-50...feature=related



THE MAGICAL FALL

Green turns into the most exquisite of orange, peach, and golden rose,
Impossible to duplicate, this glow of Nature.
The tree shivers and shakes with the delight of nakedness
Able, now, to feel every slight breeze as it brushes against the skin.

With the duties of Summer accomplished
She is free to dance, and dance she does!
She allows her children to flutter, unencumbered by strings.
They swirl in sudden whirlpools of gay abandon,
Refusing to lie down and sleep even as night approaches.
In a celebration of life, the tree performs in the magical fall.

Then,
Gone are the soft sounds of footsteps, replaced by the crunching of parchment.
As the many-coloured tones turn into sepia shades,
I watch
The three acts are unfolded.
A trick of the light change as the grey wolf disappears
The stag rubs his pride against her trunk as she becomes more than she was.
Now able to withstand the coming onslaught of winter's icy breath,
Her blood returns to the center.


~

[Devon]

Vivaldi Four Seasons Autumn


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCEB4v3o-50...feature=related



THE MAGICAL FALL

Green turns into the most exquisite of orange, peach, and golden rose,
Impossible to duplicate, this glow of Nature.
The tree shivers and shakes with the delight of nakedness
Able, now, to feel every slight breeze as it brushes against the skin.

With the duties of Summer accomplished
She is free to dance, and dance she does!
She allows her children to flutter, unencumbered by strings.
They swirl in sudden whirlpools of gay abandon,
Refusing to lie down and sleep even as night approaches.
In a celebration of life, the tree performs in the magical fall.

Then,
Gone are the soft sounds of footsteps, replaced by the crunching of parchment.
As the many-coloured tones turn into sepia shades,
I watch
The three acts are unfolded.
A trick of the light change as the grey wolf disappears
The stag rubs his pride against her trunk as she becomes more than she was.
Now able to withstand the coming onslaught of winter's icy breath,
Her blood returns to the center.


~

Inexpressible good!! Vivaldi, the sand animation and, above all, your words and imagery. I saw this first on Scribd and favorited and commented briefly. With poetry that is about all I can do...comment briefly...but that does not mean that the word choice, mental vignettes and evocations do not resonate strongly with me. Your true artistry is in verse!! I'd like to see more of it, especially on Scribd. The Red Priest is good for at least three readings--because one always misses something. Nice work. You could make me like free verse. In fact, you already have. You probably have guess that most music bypasses me, and that is a weakness in my character, but your choices---as above---are teaching me to like new things every day.

Love,

Devon

[The Goddess]

So glad that my attempts at the writing arts have pleased you, Devon.

I write for reasons unknown, and if others enjoy it then it's all the better. it was always a preferred mode during my life, almost forgotten, though, from lack of exercise.

In this case I did the writing then looked for an AUTUMN video, and that was the 1st one I found...

[Devon]

So glad that my attempts at the writing arts have pleased you, Devon.

I write for reasons unknown, and if others enjoy it then it's all the better. it was always a preferred mode during my life, almost forgotten, though, from lack of exercise.

In this case I did the writing then looked for an AUTUMN video, and that was the 1st one I found...

I am always pleased when you, Heidi, Woo, Grace and a few others write...and note that I did not say "attempt to write" because what you have created is writing itself, and it is yours.

Love,

Devon