Seasons

Came mystic pungent smell of pumpkin pie from a window sill as burnished leaves abound. Your memory here with me through another holiday eve with eternal hope in tomorrows' promise that we will be together then.

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Tracy Decker

Date: 10/11/2008 7:57:00 AM

Wow, this is great. I absolutely love your last line...it was a surprise when I got there and it gave the rest of the poem a deeper meaning, a more profound connection with the season as the ending of something warm and remembered. Brilliant job. Thanks for sharing this with us! love.t

Elaine George

Date: 10/6/2008 2:05:00 PM

Difficult form to do, but you have created a masterpiece, Sue. Lainie

Michael Torres

Date: 10/6/2008 11:19:00 AM

Sue, Sharon said my exact thoughts. Very nicely written. Those Holiday's are hard to face without those special people in our lives. It's always the Holiday's they have the most inpact. Blessings Michael

Deneen White

Date: 10/4/2008 8:53:00 AM

I a hungry for a piece of hot pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream on top, nice memories, take care D-nyce

Vince Suzadail Jr.

Date: 10/3/2008 9:59:00 AM

This was very sweet (for a liberal). Hi, Sue. Nice to see you writing again. God Bless. Vince

Sharon Winter

Date: 10/2/2008 1:10:00 PM

So beautiful Sue. Sounds like you are missing someone deeply. Always hits hardest at the holidays. Wondering from your beginning lines if the smell was real or memory - both? Amazing write in beautiful form. Love, Shar

Joseph Spence Sr

Date: 10/2/2008 12:28:00 PM

I am seeing the pumpkins already in the stores and the fields. I can taste an Epulaeryu Pumpkin Pie. 'Oh! So delicious! I like how the last two lines close the poem with a fruitful thought. Great job! ~Joseph