by Mary Bach
As I walk the ridge top
watching for rain
I wonder
what the tulips dream
tucked safe in their beds
for the long night of winter
what the wind sings
that inspires the leaves
to dance across along the fields
These things
I wonder
watching for rain
as I walk the ridge top
In Other Words 
Sweet poem for a grey November day ~~~
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Thank you, Helen.
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What a stunning picture Mary ~ Hopefully the tulips are dreaming of spring ~ The rains and dark clouds are here as well ~
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Hi Grace!
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Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous….!!
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Thanks Sanaa!
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Lovely poem -a sweet ode to autumn.
In one of my favourite books (Precious Bane by Mary Webb) one of the characters describes winter as ‘summer sleeping’. Your poem reminded me of that 🙂
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Thank you Lynn. I like that – summer sleeping. The book you mention is new to me. I’ll have to put it on my ‘To Read’ list.
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It’s English, written in the 1930s and not very well known. But if you fancy reading about a moody English countryside during the Victorian era, hearing some lost dialect words and like a romantic heroine who succeeds against the odds … I highly recommend it 🙂
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None of that makes me want to take it off the list.
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Haha! Very glad to hear it 🙂 If you do end up reading it, let me know what you think
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Will do.
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You have me wanting to walk that ridge as well. I hope that the rain did come! Smiles.
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Yes, we got lovely rain and thunder too! Cheers, Mary!
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Spring dreams
live cocoons
of tulips now
us.. seasons
tale forecast
human
fruition
butterflies
sing
a
sweet refrain
us too..
allone
alive
smiles
again
breaDth
colors bright..:)
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Cool comment – thanks!
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What I love about this is the wondering. I do the same thing – one of my questions has always been where does a little crickets go?
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Love the contemplation, mixed with the anticipation of the rain.
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Thanks Bryan.
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There’s something very soothing and sweet about your poem, Mary. I love the wandering along the ridge while wondering about the rain and the sleeping tulips and singing wind. A peaceful fall day in my mind.
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Exquisite and expansive. I loved this.
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Thanks Mosk!!
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Love the leaves dancing.. I think they do it to numb our sadness though…. lovely and thoughtful poem.
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It is a bittersweet time of year. Thank you Bjorn.
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Very thoughtful. Liked your perception which also reflects that poetry is a quarter of words, quarter of emotions and the rest is perception 🙂
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Thank you.
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