Oh what a lovely read this is….I know from photos and movies the spectacular leaf color of New Hampshire at this time of year………we have some, but not to the degree you do. I can well imagine the quandary: rake leaves? chop wood? “Still feeling her presence.” Yes. Me, too. Such a spectacular fall. I love the finches, and the clouds on top of Red Hill. I can feel the scene (with the memory of the photos from your interview. Smiles.)
I too loved the ending…and love how you described the leaves dancing and then huddling in the rain…I was with them today and this weekend. i prefer to see them dancing.
The finches have been feasting in the leftovers of summer — the coneflower seedheads. Providing a little color in a fast-greying landscape. I love that you made a romance for the seasons. That will keep me smiling all through the long Grey November to come. And I love the name Red Hill. Conjures up all sorts of neat imagery for me. Just enjoyed this poem so much.
Mmm. To hibernate in the leaves, avoiding the wedding ceremony! but the search of the bridegroom for the mate is something no one can miss in this change of seasons. Lovely. Is teh second poem also a product of yours?
G L Meisner
October 27, 2014 at 11:30 pm
A great poem. I enjoyed it and wish we still had finches.
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magicalmysticalteacher
October 27, 2014 at 12:27 pm
The reading aloud is a real treat!
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Torie
October 27, 2014 at 10:56 am
So much lovely imagery. I enjoyed reading your words today 🙂
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Abin
October 27, 2014 at 1:13 am
brilliant details.that almost choric song of the finches was really great too.
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Ella
October 26, 2014 at 11:56 pm
Fluid and beautiful! I am originally from Maine and miss the brilliance of red~
Your poem was lovely~
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totomai
October 26, 2014 at 11:48 pm
autumn is my favorite seasons and i can’t wait for it too come. I know it will be hardwork with all the leaves but once collected, it’s so beautiful….
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Gabriella
October 26, 2014 at 10:00 pm
I like the sights and sounds in your poem, ZQ.
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Rallentanda
October 26, 2014 at 9:52 pm
A lovely good bye poem to the chirping finches and Summer
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Sherry Blue Sky
October 26, 2014 at 9:24 pm
Oh what a lovely read this is….I know from photos and movies the spectacular leaf color of New Hampshire at this time of year………we have some, but not to the degree you do. I can well imagine the quandary: rake leaves? chop wood? “Still feeling her presence.” Yes. Me, too. Such a spectacular fall. I love the finches, and the clouds on top of Red Hill. I can feel the scene (with the memory of the photos from your interview. Smiles.)
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Donna@Living From Happiness
October 26, 2014 at 7:33 pm
I too loved the ending…and love how you described the leaves dancing and then huddling in the rain…I was with them today and this weekend. i prefer to see them dancing.
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Talon
October 26, 2014 at 7:14 pm
The finches have been feasting in the leftovers of summer — the coneflower seedheads. Providing a little color in a fast-greying landscape. I love that you made a romance for the seasons. That will keep me smiling all through the long Grey November to come. And I love the name Red Hill. Conjures up all sorts of neat imagery for me. Just enjoyed this poem so much.
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Susan
October 26, 2014 at 5:45 pm
Mmm. To hibernate in the leaves, avoiding the wedding ceremony! but the search of the bridegroom for the mate is something no one can miss in this change of seasons. Lovely. Is teh second poem also a product of yours?
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Mary
October 26, 2014 at 5:42 pm
Really like the ending to your poem, ZQ!! Indeed, what a wonderful summer we have had…..
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brian miller
October 26, 2014 at 4:49 pm
nice. did a lot of yard work today…out among the leaves and the bird song…soaking up the last bit before it gets burly cold…and i miss it…
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