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        Things have been slipping into the Great Cyber Bermuda Triangle this week, never to be seen again!! I have had comments to others just whisked away like slips of paper in a cyclone: very odd, very frustrating…
        
				
        

			
        

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    “they ask baking in cinnamon dust to
    
      warm us and live in children’s memories
    
      of cider and tradition.”
    

    This is the ideal Thanksgiving/Christmas. I have no real fond memories of either. But these words breathe life into my imagination. I ca ntaste it.
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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      Thanks for the feedback, Susan. I hadn’t realized I covered the senses — something I taught students to do with a chart in the drafting stage, in the public schools. I appreciate your time and support.
      
				
      

			
      

        
		
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    A stunning and elegant feast, HW.  Thanks for reminding me of one of my all-time fave words: raiment.  Ah, language! When used masterfully, as here, we can savor tastes and feel poignancy’s ache spun by the magic of a potent pen.  Thanks for the inspiration, my friend.
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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    Lovely, lovely words – & you taught me the meaning of ‘obesience’.  I hadn’t ever seen it in a sentence before.
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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      V, you’ve been awesome. But not only would I decline for the double-nomination on this one already on my blog (upper right margin), I posted a “No More Awards, Thank You” further down the margin. This is no commentary on hard-working bloggers who accept well-deserved awards, but for me, I would rather spend the time posting content than talk about myself in the award post. You’re ace in my book. Thanks so much.
      
				
      

			
      

        
		
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    Your vocabulary is excellent, I am always happy to read a poem that teaches me a new word. Your first stanza here is excellent with the beautifully vivid images but also the way it sounds when read out loud, it sizzles just like the baking apples.
    
Crimson and cinnamon are words that I love but also Ambrosia, which was a word I first learnt the meaning of from a Sylvia Plath poem. I didn’t know that there was a type of apple called Ambrosia, I just presumed you meant Ambrosia as in “The food of the Gods”, very clever.
    
Also I like the use of just one capital letter for Earth, excellent choice.
    

    “Creativity is contagious. Pass it on.” – Albert Einstein
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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      Oh dear, look at you, Mark. You deck my place with words that scintillate. Wow, kiddo, I do wish I had your keen reading mind at that age. I love every bit of your feedback. And yes, you will pull up more types of apples than you can name on Google. But I chose Ambrosia as I do every word on this blog — most carefully. 
      

      Heartfelt thanks that struggle to outrun your support.
      
				
      

			
      

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    a really lush, sensual feast of words here – I particularly enjoyed “the season of obeisance to the inevitable frost bids us learn of this beautiful death,” – a very tasty, scented and visual poem.
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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    Every word of this poem is beautiful. An excellent example of ‘saving spit’.:) Thanks so much for visiting my blog and offering constructive feedback – it’s something that I yearn for, but seldom receive.:) So, thank you. Very happy to discover your wonderful writing and advice. Bianca x
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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      You’re something, Bianca. How secure you are to accept feedback like mine and go on to support me. I so appreciate your jumping in with both feet. I don’t go around tossing suggestions – mostly for lack of time. And when I do, it is usually very well received. Says a lot about the community out here. But one blogger took offense even when I’d painted my feedback with way more kudos than I did on your post. Wonderful of you – it’s that kind of receptivity that will keep you rockin’ as a writer. =) I plan to be back. When I’ve dug out from four feet of homeschool.  Xxx Diana
      
				
      

			
      

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    Love the melody of these beautiful words. Autumn is a suitable time for sitting at your backyard and enjoying a cup of cinnamon tea while watching the foliage changing their colors. Thanks for sharing ❤
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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    Hello Diana! Beautiful words for the seasons. I wonder why spring always inspires me to clean the house, and autumn and winter to think of cosy family traditions.  Nostalgia as you mention is integral to the seasons, isn’t it? 🙂
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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      Well said, Susan. The cooler seasons cause us to contract. The warmer ones are expansive: they take us outside, we run about, sweat. In autumn, we also start to roast and bake more, modes of cooking that contract energy in the food and therefore in us. We pull in by the hearth with loved ones and ourselves. In other words, we follow the rhythm of the energy in the seasons.
      

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    “a bed of leaves that answered the call of Earth”. Wow. What a way to describe fallen leaves. I love how you make the simple things and scenes come to life. Remarkable 🙂 Seasons come, seasons go. But there’s always something memorable about each of them.
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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    Lest I but repeat those who have gone before, may I just say thank-you for the best read of my day thus far, and warn the rest of the task that awaits if they desire the crown. Thanks.
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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    I love this so much! Your poem has such joy and beauty, color and mood, sensory details and evocative words. . . It resonated in me and brought me joy; it moved me to tears as well. I love fall so much  and this poem really captures what I feel and adds to it! Thank you!
    
				
    

			
    

      
		
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