Autumn breathes
outside a window
In a garden I knew before
Ripe colours I knew
in a different form.
Love letters
in orange and gold
trying to find their way
to free me.
- for Dr J.B.
Painting: 'Tanis' by Daniel Garber, 1915
Monday, 26 October 2009
All This, And Heaven Too
Autumn breathes
outside a window
In a garden I knew before
Ripe colours I knew
in a different form.
Love letters
in orange and gold
trying to find their way
to free me.
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'Love letters
in orange and gold'
That's one the most beautiful descriptions of autumn I've ever come across.
Greetings from London.
what lovely, thought provoking words...
I agree,
A Cuban in London has already said it before,
touches the heart, your poetic autumn song.
Thank you!
And I thought love letters in orange and gold were old and worn out letters...I must be so detached!
I agree with Cuban in London, "love letter in orange and gold" is magnificent...
much love
Beautiful fall love letters, Shaista !
Now, you do have to try those roasted chestnuts :) Thank you for your lovely comment.
Also I'm wondering...how are you liking Shaffer's book? I am rather inclined to read it.
Did you ever read the Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery? I truly enjoyed it.
Transatlantic salutations!
Isabel
you free yourself in your beautiful observations
Gorgeous! There's a tree down the road that we pass every day on the way to nursery - it's a maple but it must be a particular species because unlike most other maples around it's a blazing red and gold and unlike most Acers, toweringly enormous!
Will try to take a picture for you one day!
Such beautiful, poetic words, like Mother Nature's paintbrush.
Thanks for visiting my blog. Things are going well with my mom...she doesn't cook any more, Shaista - only makes do with t.v. dinners which is why I try to make special meals during my time with her.
For most of my childhood, until I went away to nursing school myself, she was an office nurse for a wonderful general practitioner in Columbus who took care primarily of poor patients, taking pay in what they had - crops such as corn, beans, tomatoes, etc, and making house calls out in the country up to fifty miles away. I grew up, accompanying him, and helping out in the office, often working when my mom was on vacation. He was the one who inspired me to become a nurse...along with my mom, of course. I worked in psychiatry and the O. R. until the last 21 years, when I became a forensic nurse, doing adult and child sexual assault cases. I was one of the founding members of the International Assn of Forensic Nurses which helped our specialty gain official recognition as a nursing specialty.
Such beautiful, poetic words, like Mother Nature's paintbrush.
Thanks for visiting my blog. Things are going well with my mom...she doesn't cook any more, Shaista - only makes do with t.v. dinners which is why I try to make special meals during my time with her.
For most of my childhood, until I went away to nursing school myself, she was an office nurse for a wonderful general practitioner in Columbus who took care primarily of poor patients, taking pay in what they had - crops such as corn, beans, tomatoes, etc, and making house calls out in the country up to fifty miles away. I grew up, accompanying him, and helping out in the office, often working when my mom was on vacation. He was the one who inspired me to become a nurse...along with my mom, of course. I worked in psychiatry and the O. R. until the last 21 years, when I became a forensic nurse, doing adult and child sexual assault cases. I was one of the founding members of the International Assn of Forensic Nurses which helped our specialty gain official recognition as a nursing specialty.
Lovely!
Dearest friend,
I love our quiet chats.
What a cool freind, 94 and a new computer. Oh wow, her life will change!
Was honored beyond good words by a message from your Mother. Even across the ocean and a continent I can hear her heart beat for you. Moved me to work on a new painting.
You and you framily are inspiring.
Keep that poetry coming. I love on it.
Beautiful description of a love lost, "in a garden I knew before." This is how this speaks to me. So lovely :)
Thank You!
Beautiful Shiasta.
Love Renee xoxo
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