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the fire under grace


I now see the fire
 you held beneath your calm green
color me awestruck

rene ~ 2010

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  1. Brian MillerOctober 9, 2010 at 7:02 PM

    smiles. fun wordplay...i rather like all the color unveiled...

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  2. FireblossomOctober 9, 2010 at 7:22 PM

    why those little sneaks!

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  3. JoanieOctober 9, 2010 at 8:31 PM

    your leaves change several weeks before ours do in the mid-Atlantic region (aka Pennsylvania). I hope I don't blink and miss it. I keep mt camera ready now/

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  4. Jim SwindleOctober 9, 2010 at 9:35 PM

    Short, clever. Excellent.

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  5. Fragrant LiarOctober 9, 2010 at 10:09 PM

    I love the fire of change. It's what makes me yearn for the fall.

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  6. Dave KingOctober 10, 2010 at 6:10 AM

    The image is a fantastically goo prompt and the poem rises to it beautifully.

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  7. Diane TOctober 10, 2010 at 7:14 AM

    What a brilliant haiku! Surprising too! Very clever!

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  8. Fred MillerOctober 10, 2010 at 10:58 AM

    Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But this poem seems to be aware that the color is always there and only shows after the chlorophyll goes away. Yet the poet still remains in awe of the beauty. That is the best way to use science.

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  9. UnknownOctober 10, 2010 at 11:19 AM

    Editors Note:

    Fred, do not look for scientific accuracy within these pages...you will be led horribly and magnificently astray

    Rene

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  10. The Absence of AlternativesOctober 10, 2010 at 11:45 AM

    Nicely done.

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  11. Irish GumboOctober 10, 2010 at 4:12 PM

    What can be done to
    absolve me of the green
    that my fire be revealed?

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  12. Maurie KirschnerOctober 10, 2010 at 8:47 PM

    Love this haiku!!

    And thanks for the nice comment over at my blog.

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  13. Stafford RayOctober 11, 2010 at 12:06 AM

    I'm with Fred Miller. Interesting idea that autumn shades are there all the time, masked by the green of photosynthesis! Colour meunioneun awestruck too.

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  14. HelenaOctober 11, 2010 at 9:26 AM

    Colour me awestruck......! Fabulous. Would fit nicely into a song that line!

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  15. RogueOctober 11, 2010 at 1:27 PM

    Quite nicely done Rene! I enjoyed that.

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  16. MichaelOctober 11, 2010 at 2:31 PM

    WOW!! So short but powerful. LOVE IT!!!. You do it again, REne. How do you do that? :)

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  17. MarianOctober 11, 2010 at 3:04 PM

    love.

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  18. ClaudiaOctober 11, 2010 at 3:54 PM

    i like the reveiling of the colors the summer has kept back until now..beautiful

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  19. Alyson | New England LivingOctober 12, 2010 at 12:34 PM

    Totally love it!

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  20. UnknownOctober 12, 2010 at 4:19 PM

    Thanks everyone for reading and commenting..I hope you all enjoyed a lovely autumn weekend and are now enjoying gorgeous fall weather

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  21. AnonymousOctober 12, 2010 at 4:47 PM

    I love it! - hard to remember sometimes in thrall of summer...

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