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Autumn, Fall, Fall Colour, Florida, Forest, Grief, Leaf, Nature, Pain, Photography, Poetry, Water
Autumn’s liminal overcast
Makes stark and bleak each vagrant leaf-
A translunary breath of Rain-
Such is the quiddity of Grief
That conjures a smile from Pain.
A Day in the Brine 
Beautiful color-contrast…!
Thank you!
I had to look up some of the words in my dictionary, and returned astounded – this is the essence of poetry…
Thank you for dripping by and having a wee glisk at me wee write. Your dashing comment is greatly appreciated! So glad it was very edifying for you, discovering new words is always a “trip” for me. Many jubilant cheers matie,
Autumn Jade
Where do you come up with these amazing words? I had to look up liminal – relating to a sensory threshold – perfect word, and I’d never heard it. Rain from beyond the moon – wonder what that is like? Heavy, light, dusty, misty? Yes, misty, filtering down slowly from far away. The essence of grief is truly the expression of a misty gray autumn day. And that soft mist falling on my upturned face, covered with the tears of grief, brings a quiet smile as the sky empathizes with my grief. I smile, feeling understood. Did I get the quiddity of it? Am I even on the liminal of it?
OK I have to do this to you. I have 22 days to bring in a circle of friends that I admire. You may have already read the post http://wp.me/p2jC53-IB. Everyone that can read should read your poetry.
Myriad grins, lassie, you are TOO brilliant!! I LOVE your analysis!
Oooo words are my dear chums. Come as naturally as falling. I really have no idea what I am doing when I employ them, but I’m dashed happy when I’m at it, aye arg, that I am.
Thank you for the gorgeous comment, and will check out this circle, would love to participate! Groooove, cheers lassie!
-Autty Jade
You call them chums. Dear friends. I call them strangers. I had to look them up. Maybe they will become dear friends. I have to mull them around a bit. I need to find my own poems and use them for myself. Then maybe I will know liminal and your other chums. Meanwhile, thanks for the introduction! 🙂
You may find my comment in your briny spam box again. If not, I admire the fact that you call these amazingly descriptive words chums, when to me they are but strangers. Thank you for introducing us!
Well, I am a very wee bit of a logophile, I fear, haha. And who was it that said, “Strangers are but friends waiting to be met,” eh?
It’s a great quote logophile, but I couldn’t find it’s originator. Google isn’t the end all be all!!! So before I settle in for the evening, my blog article written, but not posted until 5:00 because it’s about the Grand Jury trial on which I served as a juror, I must ooze over to your neck of the woods for a dose of good reading. See you soon!
So simple, yet so powerful. The way you craft words is inspiring. You are truly an artist. Thanks for sharing the beautiful photo and poem.
Thank you so much! You are much too kind. Much appreciated. Thank you for sluicing by,
Autumn Jade
somettimes a simple word can make a whole difference, the same with photographs. It is always said that a picture is worth a 1000 words. This is true with your red/orange leaf against the dark brown bark. So simple yet very striking. Good job.
Thank you so much! I highly appreciate the kind comment. I was sinking into a creek bed upon a very unstable, rotting fallen tree bole spilling into a creek deep in the woods- all contorted to get this shot, nearly fell in, but such a striking leaf in a situation like that is not so common and I had to obtain it. Such is the pure fun and enjoyment of photography 😀 Thank you for dripping by and imbibing, many ebullient cheers to you,
Autumn Jade
I see that you would like to follow my blog, I’d be happy to have you. Welcome aboard.
mhdriver
This is just….lovely, the leaf is so elegant!
Thanks so much! I was quite happy to capture that wee scene. Thank you for drizzling by. Smiling cheers,
Autumn Jade
Looks like Ezra Pound’s famous “petal on a wet black bough!” Nice.
Thank you for your comment, much appreciated. Glad to now know of Ezra Pound. Looked up the poem, adore it- “The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.” Fabulous! Thank you sharing that with me. Aye! Definitely redolent of it, indeed. Thank you for breezing by, ebullient cheers,
Autumn Jade