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27 February 2017

An Unexpected Reluctance

Although autumn has always been my favourite season
and although this year the previous heat has been fierce,
I find myself, against all habit and reason,
feeling a little melancholy as summer begins to end,
suddenly, gradually, giving way to my favourite season.
This makes me somewhat afraid – I, who have never feared change
nor shirked necessary endings. Is it warning or mere teasing,
this unusual sadness? Could it be an omen? Is something else
destined to fade? I look back, albeit with a feeling of treason,
to the strange, consuming summer that is nearly gone; long to linger …
wondering that I’m so slow, this year, to welcome my favourite season.


A Fold for Fashion Me Your Words at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.  (Form created by Gillena Cox.)

12 comments:

  1. This is wonderful, maybe it's the fact that you are already seeing winter there beyond the autumn... that's at least why I never enjoy the autumn.

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    1. Certainly the heat has been so intense that the cooling, though mild so far, feels quite cold by comparison.

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  2. There is a dread hovering about.It is different this year.We should be pleased that it is not so hot. I was going to write a poem about it. You beat me to it. Something is amiss....that is for sure !

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    1. I'm not sure if it's good or bad that it's not just me!

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  3. Oh Rosemary, I just love this reflection. We have had unseasonably warm weather and I've been feeling resistant to spring arriving. Though we probably have a couple more snowstorms in us, we'll see. :)

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  4. My goodness this is good! Love the natural rhythmic flow that beautifully illustrates your poem, Rosemary!❤️ You absolutely nailed it!

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  5. season change always hold me in awe when poets express there feeling, our seasons are Two: Wet and Dry, so vastly different in clime from yours but all the same its about change in the cycles of life that we have no control over them

    Thanks for a wonderful Fold; I am humbled

    much love...

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    1. I was glad to be reminded of this form, which so perfectly suited what was uppermost in my mind. Well created, Gillena!

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  6. You executed the form so well, Rosemary, and it doesnt look like an easy one. Fall is my favourite season too, and I felt the unease in your poem. Well done.

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  7. The changes are happening too fast. I am trying to reverse this to feel the feat of coming spring. It's harder but still possible since winter barely was and the ice caps are melting as we speak.

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  8. Your presentation of the form is admirable. My summers without her... I too have a season.

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  9. Ahhhh, and here I am so anxious for Summer even knowing that it will seem so short. This form worked really well with your poem.

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