where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
September 10, 2016 § 12 Comments
rose on leaves
in the season
Tagged: bittersweet, fall color, leaves, love, macro, roses, season, season of love, The Byrds
You honor the beauty in blemishes – Beautiful! – Thank you!
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I agree Jazz. One woman’s blemish, another woman’s rose.
Question: is it love’s season because of an impending loss, or is change essential to our experience of the beauty which leads to love?
Answers: (a) These leaves are more than theoretical.
(b) Not all seasons have the same beauty.
(c) There is a theology in nature.
(d) this not a question, but a disguised assertion.
(e) It’s easy to see but hard to say.
(f) Either all or one of the above.
Albert, marvelous! and (g) generosity of insight is love. Thank you. _/\_
I’m wondering to see how your eyes can be different from mines. This is a very nice way to see the summer’s end… this is not sad, not at all!
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