Ferenc Inigo Beck
Ah the soul of a romantic after all. Lovely piece. This ones' a keeper.
Frank
2012-12-01

Amy Valentina
Indeed pleasant...

I used to wake up in the early morns
With sun's soft kisses and tender warmth
And now the nights have lengthened
And the early morns are wispy, misty lingerings
Of foggy unendings and breaths...

Happy Winters!!!
Amy
2012-12-01

It sounds like you're in a good place, literally and figuratively. Good for you, Joe.
2012-12-01

I'm not much of a winter person, but I have to admit that if I lived in a climate where it was always warm, I wonder if the anticipation and thrill of summer would be diminished. It's always this time of year that I get into a kind of count-down mood as the winter equinox approaches and then the light will gradually begin to return. I can't say that change is always good--everywhere I work managers always say that it is good (especially when they're getting ready to decrease wages or add more responsibilities to someone's task load), but change is a fact and influences every aspect of our being. Excellent poem and interesting thoughts.

William
2012-11-30

countryfog
One of the recurring joys of living where I do is the four distinct seasons and their transitions, "The colors of change subtle not intense" as you so truly say, whole days that seem somehow apart from the usual rush of time, time enough to actually notice change - like how the squirrels' coats are thicker and have a bright sheen in the diffused gray light, to ponder why it is that the only pine cones still on the trees are always at the top.
2012-11-30

Ferenc Inigo Beck
You really know how to "set a mood" Joe.Very inviting.
Frank
2012-11-30

Nathalia
A lovely poem. Made me smile as I read it. I like the way you describe colors. :-)
Applause!
2012-11-30