Monday, September 17, 2012

Hiku Heights

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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5 comments:

Reading Pleasure said...

lovely set

September 17, 2012 at 12:04 PM
PattiKen said...

These are very poignant. The emptiness is pervasive.

September 17, 2012 at 1:35 PM
Magical Mystical Teacher said...

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

September 18, 2012 at 7:21 PM
Geraldine said...

These are absolutely beautiful. Well done Melanie. :<)

September 19, 2012 at 11:37 AM
Archna Sharma said...

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. :)

September 21, 2012 at 10:15 AM

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