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THE SEASON OF THE GIFT OF THE OLD TO THE NEW

A pples of many hues, some having given up, lost their grip, fallen to the ground.
U nder layers of leaves sculpted by the wind into a sort of burial mound 
T rees turning into transient autumnal beacons back-lit by the setting sun.
U p in the denuding branches birds' nests and candyfloss mistletoe have been spun.
M ists that linger long into the day, clear then return in a crepuscular gloom.
​​N ature starts its passage into hibernation like it's going back to the womb.

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Bernadete van d...

Awesome! Bernie style.
Beautiful phrases, beautiful words.
I particularly like the last 3 lines. B 

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Bernie Martin

Awesome comment Bernadette. Thank you so much. B. 

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Marion

So many beautiful lines in this Bernie and it has a wonderful flow when read aloud. A perfectly poetic  Autumn write x

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Bernie Martin

Thank you Marion. Love the alliteration in your comment but then - I would wouldn't I. x

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

Finally,
Something that grasp reality,
How can we be,
Without dreams,
It is a well of springs,

Thank you,
Bernie Martin,
 

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Bernie Martin

And thank you for your comment. Much appreciated. 

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