fresh smell of new mown hay
brings back whiffs of summers glory
yet the wind howls and grips my soul
autumn, in all its splendor
creeps slowly in my heart
another fall without you
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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5 comments:
lovely set
These are very poignant. The emptiness is pervasive.
Yes, there is sadness here, especially in the second piece, but somehow I think that there is also a deeply held joy. Or fiercely held. Yes, fiercely.
No Meadow
These are absolutely beautiful. Well done Melanie. :<)
Yes, I think there is a stray of light that glimmers as all seasons pass. I like the contrasting images of the wind howling and the slow creep and the smell of new and its splendor. Hope you have a happy Autumn Equinox!
Thanks for visiting my way, Melanie. Be in touch. :)
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