Autumn? Is it? You’re quite sure?
Surely it’s spring around here?
It’s certainly complicated
and I do like to be sure.
You see I’m a water maiden
I’m really rather shy though
but I’m bright and beautiful
and I’ll say that quietly.
I am by a lovely lily.
It’s a white water lily
and it’s so sweet and vibrant
and I love to sit with it.
So now I’m thinking to myself
it’s almost an equinox
and that is pretty pleasing,
it could be fall or vernal.
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So lovely, Chris 👍
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Thank you so much, Aptivi!
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My pleasure, Chris! ☺️
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Lovely poem, Chris!
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Aww, thanks Dave!
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used to know a lady here by that name
all the same she had some auto immune issues
fall comes sept 15 here one month
a prose about dorminendo is a papal bull as per pope pius 12!~
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Most interesting, but what does it mean, apart from a particular Pope, Pius XII. Hmm.
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she s immaculate even in death
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This poem made me smile!
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I’m glad about that then – I’m smiling back to you!
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😊
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Just charming and lovely.
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Thanks so much, Misky!
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Oh y this is such a beautiful poem Chris.
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Aww, thank you so much, Sadje! 💮
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You’re very welcome dear friend
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Chris, wow! I really love how your water maiden makes uncertainty feel playful rather than unsettling, as though not knowing whether it is autumn or spring can itself be a kind of season.
~David
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Thank you for that, David. That makes that little water maiden very happy… and me too!
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May I please share this as a reblog at some point in the future, Chris?
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That would be lovely! And thank you, again, David.
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Nice poem, Chris.
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Thank you very much, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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What a lovely and charming poem, Chris. I’m still smiling. 😊
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Aww, thank you so much, Eugi! 💮
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You’re welcome, Chris.
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This is lovely Chris I love the novel approach you’ve taken 💜✨💜
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Thank you so much, Willow! Well, I did try to do my best about your excellent challenge. It was almost okay. But it was certainly fun! 💛😂💛
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I love it it’s perfect 💕💕💜
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Delightful, Chris!
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Thanks Keith!
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A beautiful and rich descriptive poem, Chris.
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Aww, thanks a lot, Robbie! 🌸
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🌟💖
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Such a lovely poem.
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Aww, thank you so much, Reelika.
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Ah, you found the hidden bloom. But it’s not yet autumn. We’ve a way to go yet!
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Just a little early for autumn, I so agree. However, it’s pretty much spring here in the Cape – meaning Cape Town, SA!
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Location, location, location. Happy Spring!
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Sunrise and sunset can be confusing – it is all in context isn’t it?
Fun read.
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Thanks a lot, Jules! 🌼
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I love autumn! And I loved this poem! 🙌💖💖
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Thanks so much, Carol Anne! 🍁🍂
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