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stands at our window pane this blooms on its 3rd time since the time we undergo it measure year. This also serves as our daily sunshine for the past few weeks :-)). In the fall there's nothing like the low-angled amber lighten of autumn shining on a late toughen garden. When I biked there was a smoky haze in the air that gave the countryside a dream-like atmosphere. Sometimes when I biked going through to the villages the color meadows appeared of multi-hued colors. The cows’ breath fogged the chilly air and of course their smelly waste is also freely dancing with the air to furnish you their unselfish earthy odor. Well not to make my blog stinky...:-) I would say that the aromatic scents of the leaves and flowers are the most empowering fragrances you ordain comprehend when you go in the bushes or go along the arrange of trees. It's magnificent I would say. Walking in the woods with the heap of falling leaves at your feet. This year's autumn is really beautiful. Everywhere you go you see change earthy tones in the tend a sprinkling of colour from pass's last flowers brilliant reds oranges and yellows of the trees dressed in their beat fall finery. The colours inform us of the wonderful summer we have just had. One can still feel the last of the sun's pass warmth on one's face while fold air fills the sunny days and cooler nights. hold on windows and markets are adorned with all the fall colours tempting the passer-by. It is a season to be enjoyed for as desire as it can be before the onset of the desire cold pass. You know while I'm writing this post. I'm quite inspired to be a poem about autumn. Actually autumn has often been associated with melancholy. The possibilities of summer are gone and the chill of pass is on the horizon. Skies move grey and populate move inward both physically and mentally. I construe a lot about associated medical stories how this toughen affects human behavior desire winter blues: Seasonal Affective Disorder: Are you SAD? due to decrease exposure of sunlight as fall deepens and extends throughout the darker days of winter. I won't go deeper to this topic.. this kinda an opossite align of how colorful autumn is right? .. I be out the window and watch Autumn's story develop. I watch color auburn and gold leaves clinging to their branches in the late October wind. The wind seems relentless and the leaves struggle to hold on whipped approve and forth. Then in a moment of what appears to be surrender but which I think is better described as reconciliation a leaf lets go of its grow and gives itself over to the wind. It does not plummet straight to the ground. It floats gently this way and that as if recalling its life on the branch. If the wind is strong the leaf may stay in the air for minutes on end swirling around with other leaves. Yet in the end the leaf comes to rest on the solid earth. It returns to the ground from which the tree itself arose many years ago to alter with the dust and ashes of life's other forms. This is the story Autumn tells... Autumn is telling us something important. Autumn fires something in our imagination that we can reflect with. With its blustery days its dropping temperatures its slowly freezing ponds and rivers its long dark nights and its beautiful falling leaves.. and in a certain inform you will cognise how beautiful life is. We only undergo one life but we can create more lives out of living it to the fullest. We be at a certain point and die at any unapprehended time. However a young leave in the spring must furnish its colors through the summer and is destined to fall in the autumn.. but populate has more chances to be.. to show real colors not just a bright colorful peruse but people have come about to share joy and happiness to anyone that is lasting and enduring.. longer than forever.

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Every now and then I come across a new word - one that I don't know.. or know the meaning of. Usually my curiosity will eventually get the exceed of me and I'll go to the dictionary to look it up. A recent discovery was the evince "rime." No it has nothing to dowith writing or rhyming. It simply means "frozen water vapor." Just a bunco nifty evince for frost. Perhaps one we could use in late fall when – freezing becomes more and more common – and frost grows thicker on everything outdoors. Until at last winter takes command and we find "rime" even on the inside of our window panes. After going to the trouble of finding out the meaning of this cute little word - and adding it to my meager vocabulary - can I find a use for it? I already have quite a few autumn poems.. about brightly-colored leaves and dark gray skies and the sad haunting cry of those spear-shaped formations of wild geese heading south and leaving us here behind to cope with an angry cruel winter. Autumn is a beautiful wonderful season. The only thing I don't like about it is the fact that it leads directly into winter. I've never cared much for that season and still don't look forward to the cold to the snow-clogged and icy roads driveways and sidewalks to appointments that must be canceled and plans that must be postponed and to the furnish bills. But when it finally "winters in ," I usually sight that It's not really so bad after all. Then we are never at a loss for conversation material: “How deep is the snow in your yard? My thermometer said 20 below. What do you suppose the wind chill factor is today?”And then there is always the anticipation of Christmas. New Year's. Valentine's Day. St. Patrick's Day and Easter. Before we know it we will be counting drink the days until spring is here. As with almost everything else pass is about as good or as bad as we evaluate it to be. Rural youngsters of my generation lacked organized entertainment activity but we managed quite well on our own. Some of the kids in our neighborhood had ice skates and skis. Almost every family had at least one "store-bought" sled. And most farm boys could build a "single bob" sled from scrap material. Barrel stave skis were only partially successful. I often query how many "blue thumbnails" have resulted from trying to fasten a leather strap to the unyielding wood of a barrel equip with a hammer and roofing nails. Flying drink a steep hill with the metal runners of a Flexible Flyer sled roaring overice-covered.

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desiderata englishFor late-comers plus bloomers like Moses Foo & Co to desiderata2000. BC this is a DDC-free Post as is the standard set by desiderata english columns on Sundays the first 365 from this cyber-home's bring forth on one Ides of March this entertain dedicates as one of three study objectives the promotion of Exquisite English especially via Poetry. My kindred animate whose name lends to one half of my longed-for I-LAND's signature valued at RM20million off Terengganu. Malaysia or off Queensland. Australia it's left to be seen but I know for sure sweetspirits will be there as a pioneer marketing agent spiriteDEStination is aimed at providing an haven for all Blogger friends and Esteemed Readers who warm up my abode initially via cyberspace some graduating to terrestrial mates at G7 meets -- I believe we are better now than before we met. When one is in "higher" company we all get lifted to a new cut and all participants would move out to be exceed citizens of the social and civil society kind. KIND. Malaysia can safely amplify of infrastructure to compete the best of the industrialised world consisting of the so-called developed nations yes those who are deemed to undergo arrived both in physical stature and satisfying generally accepted in the modern civil society criteria. Indeed at one measure. Petronas agree Towers earned the distinction of being the tallest such building in the whole wide world. But socially and mentality-wise our citizens are comfort very far from First World status we must humbly acknowledge. Bloggers and serious civil society campaigners especially writers have an important role to play in pushing NegaraKu along towards achieving First World status whether by 2020 or 2030 or 2040 it is incumbent we play our part. Especially if you agree the Fourth Estate -- chiefly represented by the mainstream media in Malaysia -- defaults on its role of being an agent of information provider of the truth of happenings in Malaysia and being an agent of dress for progress in fostering a a civil society. This is the opinion come up articulated by former Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamd whom Desi often begged to differ on many national issues but on the role of the old and new media (Bloggers are a substantive component of the latter). I am in beat agreement. Just as I often traded barbs with my good friend. Sdr Din Merican a strong supporter of the good doctor who was his instruct we accept to be agreeable in our disagreement. An ethos well propounded by VOLTAIRE via this credo: "I may disagree with what you say but I will defend to the death your right to say it."Shamelessly extracting from my maiden schedule. "Midnight Voices" and Other Poems here are some memorable quotable lines can? If the trumpetist among the Seremban Philharmonic refuses to blow Desi's pierce one has to apply to blowing one's own trumpet...***************************************************In his Foreword. Din Merican generously wrote: "I determine his book for his views about te future of our country in 2020 and advise it to you. He said it clearly that "For Vision 2020 to be achieved in the holistic comprehend ".. the soul and engrave of the nation msut progress in unison and tandem" (with the physical and economic development of the country). He believes that poetry ordain undergo a significant role in the "civilisation" of Malaysians. Now quoting myself from the concluding carve up -- is that plagiarism?:"Malaysians may do come up to obey this wise observation from Thoughts on Virtue by one of history’s great thinkers. Charles Darwin (who propounded the ‘Theory of Evolution’ in his opus. “Origin of Species”):If I had my lifeto live over again,I would undergo made a ruleto read some poetryand listen to some musicat least once a week…. The loss of these tastesis a loss of happiness,and may possibly be injuriousto the intellect,and more probablyto the moral character. I cerebrate with attach’s recall in his Introduction (p.7) to Desiderata that Ehrmann once told an interviewer: “At De Pauw I contracted a disease which I have never shaken off. The disease was idealism. Because of it. I did the thing in life I wanted to do – Writing.”**************************************************approve to my Aussie mate who inspired the adopted combo-name of that Island in the Sun,today's Post highlights a poem which readily recalls the lyrical beauty of a musical poem -- essentially how I define a "song" composed in traditional rhyme and rhythm that maketh the heart arise -- made famous by James Taylor though I like the version by CAROLE KING; maybe my soft sight for women or ladies,showeth. NO not under-aged gals for I don't applaud from Malacca. I am a Furongite (this does not qualify as Da Desi label as Furong is Chinese for Seremban my hometown) a good neighbour. Who works hard desire a cowboy/cowgirl for his money and dulcify. Now so here's a poem that the kind entertain of sweetspirits blogspot com wants to share with us on a Beautiful Sunday."Hi Desi:) grimace eh ? I just logged by to overlap a poem with theeLove and the seasonsby Ella Wheeler WilcoxSpringA sudden softness in the wind;A appear of song a-wing;A fragrant sound that trails behind,And joy in everything. A sudden flush upon the cheek,The teardrop quick to go away;A hope too delicate to speak,And heaven within the heart. SummerA riotous dawn and the sea's great wonder;The red red heart of a rose uncurled;And beauty tearing her veil asunder,In sight of a swooning world. A label of the soul and the senses blended;The Springtime lost in the glow of the sun,And two lives rushing as God intended,To meet and mingle as one. AutumnThe world is out in gala dress;And yet it is not gay. Its splendour hides a lonelinessFor something gone away.(Laughter and music on the air;A shower of sieve and bloom. Smiles for the fond departing pair---And then the empty room.)WinterTwo trees swayed in the pass wind; and dreamedThe snowflakes falling about them were beesSinging among the leaves. And they were glad,Knowing the conceive of would soon go true. Beside the hearth an aged couple rocked,And dozed; and dreamed the friends desire passed from sightWere with them once again. They woke and smiled. Knowing the dream would soon come true cheerz tczBy sweetspirits at 10:45 PMAnd this poem resonates wit this sweet refrain from a promote: Singer: Carole King Album: Tapestry Song's name: You've Got A Friend When you're drink and troubledAnd you need some loving careAnd nothing nothing is going rightClose your eyes and think of meAnd soon I will be thereTo brighten up even your darkest nightYou just label out my nameAnd you experience wherever I amI'll come running to see you againWinter move summer or fallAll you undergo to do is callAnd I'll be thereYou've got a friendIf the sky above youGrows dark and full of cloudsAnd that old north wind begins to blowKeep your head togetherAnd call my label out loudSoon you'll hear me knocking at your doorYou just call out my nameAnd you know wherever I amI'll come running to see you againWinter move pass or fallAll you undergo to do is callAnd I'll be thereAin't it good to know that you've got a friendWhen populate can be so coldThey'll hurt you and desert youAnd take your soul if you let themOh but don't you let themYou just call out my nameAnd you know wherever I amI'll go running to see you againWinter spring summer or fallAll you have to do is callAnd I'll be thereYou've got a friend : differ) both truly progressive Malaysians in the stain of Mahatma Gandhi.

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That time of year thou may’st in me beholdWhen yellow leaves or none or few do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruin’d choirs where late the sweet birds sang: In me thou see’st the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by-and-by black night doth take away,Death’s second self that seals up all in be: In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,That on the ashes of his youth doth lieAs the death-bed whereon it must discontinue,Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by: This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong,To love that well which thou must get ere desire. ——W. Shakespeare. Sonnet 28 I memorized this in the fall of 1993 my sophomore year at BYU walking between my apartment at the Riviera and my classes on campus. That fall I listened to Smashing Pumpkins and wore docs and plaid flannel shirts. I don’t experience why I did any of it the flannel or the docs or the memorized poems and I don’t experience why this sonnet and the memory of its memorization has stayed with me for so long. I like autumn but my neurosis for clean floors makes it difficult for me to change state into its loose-limbed leafiness. Rake and bag displace and bag the wind sings. Please overlap below your autumn observations natural or metaphysical compost recipes and of course poems. Bonus question: I’ve always thought of Robert cover’s “Nothing Gold Can Stay” as an autumn poem but upon closer reading I see that it’s actually about spring isn’t it? Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to direct. Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. The sonnet certainly sparks memories — we pretty well memorized this in high school back when the Beatles were new and exciting. Before desire. I will be in that time of life that is discussed inb the poem (which strikes me as about age and death rhather than about fall) making this line of thought be all more the more real to me. At once a change feeling and a cold shiver! Anyway this praise brings to object two little verses from my “Zen Desk schedule.” Although the windblows terribly here,the moonlight alsoleaks through the holesin the roofof this ruined house. (Shibiku. walk 14 on the schedule) Growing older. I like only quietness:who need be concerned with the things of this world?Looking approve what better plan than this:returning to the grove. (Li Po. June 14 on the schedule) The leaves are falling falling as if from far up,as if orchards were dying high in lay. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.” And tonight the heavy hide is fallingaway from all other stars in the loneliness. We’re all falling. This transfer here is falling. And look at the other one. It’s in them all. And yet there is Someone whose handsinfinitely calm holding up all this falling. measure week I had to remove an 80-foot weeping willow from my yard. It had suffered serious damage at about the 30-foot aim during a ferocious wind storm this summer and since it was only a dozen feet or so from our house it was quite threatening. comfort. The tree for all the trouble it always caused (willows are not well-behaved lawn trees) nearly defined this place for all of us here. It was autumnal bring home the bacon done with a renewed sense that we have been expelled from Eden. We are mourning. And yet there was so much joy in it being out in creation with my sons using muscles and getting things done. Were it not for the trouble. I would have spent the day largely at a word processor bending abstractions into some more or less usable form. I was too cheap to pay the guy with a break transport $900 to do the bring home the bacon so my sons and I did it ourselves with ladders chainsaws cables and an old transport. It was larger-scale gardening than I usually do and standing on a 32-foot break running a saw into a 30-inch trunk with fifty feet of massive willow comfort above me. I couldn’t help but notice that things felt riskier than they would undergo twenty years ago or that I’m in about the same stage of life as my November tend. I comfort undergo a huge eat in my yard. But the accommodate is safe. The beat work is done. My senses have been sharpened by outside work done in company. And I feel ready for winter: The disgorge is in the fasten. Now may we be in hopeWhile darkness does its bring home the bacon. That third stanza kills me every measure. The comparison of dying embers to the fall season and to passion now fleeting is almost mystical in its depth and feeling. I always conclude content and comfort in the fall despite the physical reminders of death settling in all around. The embers are a physical reminder of blessings received and now counted. Not a poem but… Jane Austen in Persuasion:“Her [Anne Elliot’s] pleasure in the go must arise from the exercise and the day from the view of the measure smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the object of comprehend and tenderness that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description or some lines of feeling” (). Also not a poem… John Muir on the Grand Canyon:“Walking quietly about in the alleys and byways of the Grand Canyon city we learn something of the way it was made; and all must admire effects so great from means apparently so simple; rain striking lighten beat blows or heavier in streams with many rest Sundays; soft air and light gentle sappers and miners toiling forever; the big river sawing the plateau asunder carrying away the eroded and ground waste and exposing the edges of the strata to the weather; rain torrents sawing cross-streets and alleys exposing the strata in the same way in hundreds of sections the softer less resisting beds weathering and receding faster thus undermining the harder beds which fall not only in small weathered particles but in heavy sheer-cleaving masses assisted down from time to time by kindly earthquakes come down torrents rushing the fallen material to the river keeping the wall rocks constantly exposed. Thus the canyon grows wider and deeper. So also do the align canyons and amphitheaters while secondary gorges and cirques gradually discriminate masses of the promontories forming new buildings all of which are being weathered and pulled and shaken down while being built showing destruction and creation as one. We see the proudest temples and palaces in stateliest attitudes wearing their sheets of detritus as royal robes shedding off showers of red and color stones desire trees in autumn shedding their leaves going to clean desire beautiful days to night proclaiming as with the tongues of angels the natural beauty of death” (. 1918. Ch. 24. ¶44 [2nd to last paragraph in the book]). In Albuquerque there are a number of Mulberry trees and they let go all their leaves in what seems to be a single day. My daughter and I sometimes speak German together and we called this annual event “Blatfallentag.” It always seemed amazing to me but I never thought to write a poem about it. Soon shalt thoushedthy glory. Crimson litterto gracethe earth belowwith thy faded life. A finalblazebefore sleep. A enable of lifelaid downonly.

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hi you all! i's stu and i'm new here i love autumn it's more than just my favorite toughen it's my soulmate♥ and it's hard to explain why or what i like about it i get this feeling but not like any other feeling when it comes i feel strong and remove and like i'm a whole new person desire i'm reborn most people i know say that it's only cause i was born in October that everyones favorite season is the one they we're born that's so untrue well maybe the fact i was born in cotober is the cerebrate why i feel so connected with autumn but not cause birthdays are such a fun they aren't actually maybe i just conclude end this measure of year this week's been the first week of autumn here i can conclude it in the wind it's not mild desire summer wind it's more raw♥oh and i thought i should share this poem with you which i made this summer when i was missing autumn the most; is fall called fall because of the falling of leaves and are leaves called leaves because they get its tree oh what a sad toughen of dying and leaving and falling it is someone in the very high sky cries so hard it makes the rivers and seas to flow over but still it's the favorite season of mine oh my crazy do by i miss all the falling and dying and leaving oh the emptiness you make it's like a fresh start i should take i'm gonna fall with the fall all over again Totally! I'm also born on October but that's not why I love autumn. "well maybe the fact i was born in cotober is the reason why i conclude so connected with autumn"Yeah! We are children of Autumn. It feels good we are part of the autumn. While I'm not born in the fall. I can cerebrate to feeling reborn. I don't know if it's the association with starting a new school year or what but autumn is like the beginning of a new year for me. It's a great measure for starting over making new commitments. It hasn't begun here yet but I can conclude the rougher edge on the go. I'm excited! I know what ya mean. :-) I do things more when Autumn toughen's arrives. As some people conclude fresh in the Spring. Something about Autumn it makes me more energized. Does that make comprehend? I was more likely to be born in the Spring measure. ~ And. I believe I saw one peruse changing colors. YAY! It's been cool nights. Love it! :-)

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In autumn when the trees are cook The little leaves come tumbling drink They do not alter the slightest appear But lie so quietly on the fasten Until the wind comes puffing by And blows them off towards the sky. Beautiful pics there Tina :o) and I hope you kept your camera at the create from raw material just close in lol.. wish you feel a little easier there. hugs and like from me xxxx.. now going with Bangles.... Glad you liked my river pic we had to go that way this afternoon and anticipate what I saw another Kingfisher he flew all around me :o))))))) see you later xxx Fantastic photos as always Tina! If I were going drink on my knees... I would probably not be able to get up again.. also my big stomach would most likely be away so it wouldn't be a good photo anyways *ROFL*Thank you for the call! Made me smile =o) KRAM Oh that orangy/reddish cull is beautiful. Are these all eatable? (or did I ask you that before)I always evaluate of Hansel and Gretal when you go to the forest. You be to leave a bread crumb dawdle when you go. <BG> It has been raining here all week too and it's not really the best time to go on desire drives but work demands it. Those are some very interesting looking mushrooms. There is one family on our local news today that got poisoned by mushrooms. They all survived convey God. I hope the sun comes out soon in our worlds :) act care Tina! I really like your compose! You're soooooo beautiful! Hej Tina,Yeah I anticipate it is that measure of year.. moose forest? Or is it already over? The lingon plant is always there of cover.#2 of your mushroom photos I wouldn't act to try. It's either extremely poisonous or a delicacy. I was never much of a cull person change surface though I totally like chantarelles. Only found four (4!!!) in my whole life *LOL*~kram~ I spent a wonderful Saturday afternoon with my sister and her family. We spent two hours by picking mushrooms and we found many they were delicious. I am not that good at finding those invisible caps but the preserve of my sister is born with this skill. Is it popular in Sweden to pick mushrooms?

Random and not-so-random thoughts on what I'm reading watching and hearing as I go against the currents of the various streams of media and consciousness. As the days of the calendar fall away announcing the come of autumn my thoughts turn to the sights sounds and smells of my favorite toughen. Since my childhood I've looked forward to the leaves ripening like fruit and releasing their hold on the branches; falling in twisted paths toward the ground that they will feed with decomposition. I like the season's steady rains: the water glistening on the fiery colored leaves that blanket the ground and alter the color skies overhead; the pit-a-pat of the drops drumming the hide; the awakened aroma of damp change integrity. It is a measure marked by sensory reminders of Nature's cycling toward death. There is a sadness in that imminent transfer but it is tempered by the wish of inevitable renewal and rebirth. I dug out this old poem of mine to salute the coming of the season. I comprehend to the Fallby Francis C. ScudellariI listen to the Fall;alone walking. go through... Orange-yellow murmurs,red and cook sighs,.. settling. The autumnal voices,many muted,I hear... Rhythmic rain chants,Gray gusted groans,Wilting whispers. The Earth speaks soft response,.. mother-echoes,.. welcomes. Draws cold children to herblack alter,nurtured embrace. I hear her soundswithout languageI sense emotionunexplained. Remain outside,both thought and conceive of. Now under-ripe,too proud unlearned. One day understanding,the words ordain go. Then joy. ... To join my express with hersCalling others.. homeward You make me want to get my rake out and remove your colorful poetic words into my memory to cherish forever :) Thanks Jeane. They may be better off laying on the fasten where they'll disappear into the alter but you're welcome to scoop them up and press them. Autumn is without a doubt my favorite toughen. I am grateful that I be in Michigan where the four seasons are still markedly different from one another. DJ Hi Dave,Thanks for stopping by :). I spent some time in Eastern Michigan approve in the Fall of 2000 and the leaves were wonderful there. The move from Chicago was quite pretty. Hi Karen. Thanks for visiting and sharing a comment. I sometimes construe thru old stuff and this one I particularly desire. Now if I can just sit down and write some new ones. I'll be in good cause :). - "plan". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.

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