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Weeping

Weeping

Resplendent weeping on the trees,
a recompense for dying leaves.
Autumn’s teasing, Winter’s creeping
on the trees resplendent weeping.
 
Landscape’s painted bright over green,
an orange, gold and crimson scene,
nature’s process soon is tainted,
bright over green landscape’s painted.
 
From valleys to hills brilliance shows
New England’s beauty tempts and flows,
F o i l a g e sight brings tinted spills,
brilliance shows, from valleys to hills.
 
The awestruck peeper sips the view,
majestic hues greet sky so blue,
kiss-of-death comes harvest reaper,
sips the view the awestruck peeper.
 

 

 
 

 

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Jason Brown

Beautifully and cleverly written; the imagery is delicately rendered and the repetition of key words lulls the reader into near-reverie.

Exquisite!

J ;)

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Linda Balboni

Hello, Jason!

Thank you so much for your positive and dreamy comments! I appreciative your lovely words very much! ?? ?

Lindi 
 

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Linda Balboni

Hello, Cherie!

Thank you kindly for your positive and generous comments. 
What does it mean when a poem is pinned? Where can I find more information on pinning and voting? 

Much appreciated!
? Lindi 

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