BBfanboy
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Joined: 8/4/2010 From: Winnipeg, MB Status: offline
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Two thoughts: - the only thing I would have included in the impressions of the autumn leaves is the smell. Here where there are many Green Poplar trees (AKA Aspen) the fallen leaves yield a subtle odor reminiscent of the bark of the tree when cut. On those Indian Summer days of late October when the sky is clear of all cloud and the leafless trees allow the sun to shed some warmth on the path, it is the smell of autumn, or summer's work done and rest to prepare for spring. - although we contemplate the end of our days and things undone, we can take satisfaction of sorts in having contributed our work, thought and (for most) offspring to the fabric of human history. As the fallen leaves and old trees fertilize the fresh growth of the forest, our departure makes space for new life but leaves the best part of us to help it flourish. I like the way you link the threads of what you are experiencing and thinking with poets past. It reminds us that the cycle of life continues regardless of our daily concerns and much remains the same as it ever was. The poem you wrote reminded me when, as a Scout Leader, a forester was teaching us about the plants of the forest floor. Until I broke a sassafras stem and smelled the aroma, I never knew that the drink "sassafras" (referred to in old westerns) was "root beer"! Cheeers!
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No matter how bad a situation is, you can always make it worse. - Chris Hadfield : An Astronaut's Guide To Life On Earth
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