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She thought it was
the autumn sun
shining on the dogwood tree
but no
the leaves themselves
were flushed
defying the gray
with red-gold embers
self-lit in the gloom.
It was the spark
within the dead,
the nuances of yesterday,
the fire of life
banked against all odds.
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(c) 2010, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised)
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Seasonings 
This is a beautifully written praise for the leaves of Fall, which are now covering everything in brilliant memories of fire.
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Thanks so much, Renee! ๐
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Beautifully written.๐
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Thank you very much! ๐
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โค
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a splendid meditation on the rage against the light that is in all life
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Thank you, I appreciate the comment!
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Evocative and timely! Thank you Betty!
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Thank you back, Bob!
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Good morning ๐
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Good evening back to you!
(Sorry, I just found your comment in my spam folder.)
Thank you for the lovely comment. ๐ ๐ ๐
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Thanks Betty, Happy Days ๐
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Happy days to you also! ๐๐๐
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Thanks Betty ๐ ๐
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Indeed…even when the fire seems out…embers glow if stirred .
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That is true! Thank you, Charlie. ๐
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So beautiful!
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Thank you very much! ๐
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Blessings.
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Beautiful ๐๐๐ the fire of light perpetual ๐
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Thanks, Willow! ๐๐ค๐
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And isn’t all life like this, filled with the inner spark that defies the odds. I always enjoy your unique vision, Betty.
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Sharon, I appreciate that so much! Thank you for your kindness. โฃ๏ธ
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beautiful images I see in this just by reading, ah, the bliss of autumn and changes that happen by the second it seems, as is life, constant flux but so much beauty to be found everywhere, if we only look and see โค
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Thank you, Kim. You’re most perceptive! ๐
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You have great Vision to find such emotion, such hope, in just a few old leaves that others would have disregarded. By the way, do you have Euterpes’ number?
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Thank you so very much! Sorry, she’s not on my speed dial but will give her your message if she comes calling again. ๐
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Much appreciated!
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“The fire of life, banked against all odds.” Exquisite, Betty. โค
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Thanks very much, Bela! So glad you liked it. ๐
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Beautiful imagery and emotions in this lovely poem, Betty.
As you can see, I’m catching up with your blog, too. I don’t know why I’m not receiving notifications from you, either. So, I un-followed then followed you again, and hopefully that will work. ๐ Hugs!
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I too hope that works! Might have to do the same if I don’t see you in future notifications.
Again, glad to see you here, and thank you for this and other comments. ๐
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I’m happy to reconnect, too! ๐
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Betty, your poem has drawn me back, just as the dogwood embers of autumn, that most reflective season, draw us back to those greying banked fires of yesterday.
Youโve caught more than the russet tones here all right! A wonderful poem.
Warm regards,
Paul
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Thank you, Paul, for your generous and poetic comment! Autumn does seem to be a most reflective season.
Warm regards back to you.
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Beautifully done, Betty. The delicate dance/balance of death and life, life and death, personal and universal.
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Thank you, Ben, for seeing those levels of the poem.
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I really like this one too.
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Thank you, it’s good to see you!
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