Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Free verse

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- Hunting Season -

                       A gray haze above
                       the mountain that blackened
                       Trembling birch in front of the cliff

                       The goose flies with haste to the south
                       over rootless stream
                       An outpost ... hunting and trapping time

                       Life on earth is fleeting
                       Death makes us thinking
                       on the meaning of life







30.08.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Bj Legros Kelley September 19, 2022 at 1:16 AM My dad use to go hunting in the fall in the hope of helping to provide for our large family. I remember my sister and I one chilly fall morning listening to the hum of the jeep as my dad left for a hunting trip in Northern California. We stood and waited as the hum of the engine died away as they drove into that quiet grey morning. This really evoked memories of my dad. Thank you for writing this excellent poem.

Bill Baker September 17, 2022 at 5:39 PM How true, Anne-Lise. Thank for sharing your thoughts through poetry my friend. Bill

Bill Baker September 17, 2022 at 5:38 PM How true, Anne-Lise. Thank for sharing your thoughts through poetry my friend. Bill

Demetrios Trifiatis September 1, 2022 at 2:37 AM Autumn's portrait is brilliantly painted by your verses, dearest Anne-Lise! Hugs xxx

Vijay Pandit August 31, 2022 at 6:17 AM Wonderfully evoked dynamic imagery, Anne-Lise.

Kim Rodrigues August 30, 2022 at 6:59 PM Lovely imagery, Anne-Kise, with a true pondering at the end.

Eve Roper August 30, 2022 at 1:04 PM Beautiful imagery, Sunshine. My hubby loved to hunt , but just for food. That is how he grew up... Blessings my friend

Sam Kauffman August 30, 2022 at 10:16 AM Anne-Lise, your poem has reached deeply into my heart and touched my spirit. Thank you so much for sharing your wisdom through your poetry! Blessings to you my friend.

Victor Buhagiar August 30, 2022 at 9:57 AM It is a pity to se random killing. We have always an on going fight in Malta where we have more guns than birds. Hugs. Anne-Lise Andresen August 30, 2022 at 10:06 AM - We have strict rules when it comes to buying weapons in Norway... (but, many know how to avoid the rules... unfortunately) - Hunting has been held for more than two million years ago... but, only for hunger - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Tom Cunningham August 30, 2022 at 7:27 AM Hunting for food I agree with but not those who kill for sport. Hope you're keeping well Anne. Greetings from Spain. Tom Anne-Lise Andresen August 30, 2022 at 7:46 AM - Many thanks for your comments, Tom - Enjoy your holiday in Spain ... everything is fine here :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)