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Seasoning
by Kerowyn RoseSeasoning
Fall inhales Summer,
pulling green from leaves,
exposing the colorful
identity of each. Beginning
a ritual with each exhale,
the air becomes crisper
more restless, anxious,
gusting through tree limbs,
whispering with, painting with,
making music with rustic leafy
chromatics; creating mystic
lullabies for plant-life abeyance
through the Winter to the eventual
reawakening at Spring’s gentle touch.
10/18/2011 Posted on 10/18/2011
Copyright © 2024 Kerowyn Rose
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/19/11 at 12:41 AM ...kerowyn ROSE, on this one...man o' man, gal o' gal... what a wonderful traipse through the world of season[ing]. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/21/11 at 04:05 AM this is beautiful, the images crisp and clear and fresh, like the season! |
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