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Whistling Winds and Tangerine Smells of Home

The Scent of summer on my skin golden hues of remembrances The rushing river moves quietly into the hours of the day Autumn steams by in fired shades amber oranges yellows and red The whistling winds subside and I feel winter's chide January shivers homsie brews rainy days that end with snow Wet leaves cling to the pavement tangerine smells of home

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Vijay Pandit

Date: 11/16/2023 5:50:00 AM

Splendid walk through the season. Beautiful poetry, Vienna.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 11/16/2023 2:14:00 AM

I love the smell of tangerines. They grow all over the world according to season. Blessings.

Silent One

Date: 11/15/2023 11:55:00 PM

Tangerine smells, would that be Italy? OR where you live at the moment? Your poem is full of imagery my friend..

Bill Baker

Date: 11/15/2023 5:55:00 PM

The imagery in this one was eloquent, Vie. I came sense the smell of tangerines. I really like that smell. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us, my friend. Have a great week! Bill

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 11/15/2023 6:58:00 PM

Glad you enjoyed the emotion of the changing seasons Bill :)

Daniel Turner

Date: 11/15/2023 5:01:00 PM

Very nice Rose. It all goes way too fast. Hoping you and yours are well and Happy Holidays:)

Mystic Rose Rose
Date: 11/15/2023 5:06:00 PM

Yes it does dear poet friend, thank you for stopping by

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 11/15/2023 4:45:00 PM

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