
“Pumpkin Patch” by Heidi Malott
scent of first woodsmoke
pumpkins plumping on the vine
summer’s soft retreat
“Pumpkin Patch” by Heidi Malott
scent of first woodsmoke
pumpkins plumping on the vine
summer’s soft retreat
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Autumn’s quick ride in.
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the earlier the better, for me
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Short, but Oh! so smoke-sweet!
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many thanks, professor
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We had our first real chill in the air this morning. I’m loving it. Nicely done Paul!
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love the fall here in new England
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Atmosphere in very few words. I was paging through your chapbook recently… the customary admixture of beauty, cynicism, openness to life’s gifts and a genuine lust for integrity… I like to think of it as a holy fire, not quenched, though it would seem, but slumbering until such time as we have the adamancy of spirit to wrench ourselves from the (woefully pervasive) morass of moral apathy. The summons to something more upright hampers us anon. At least I HOPE TO BLAZES it does. Haha, gosh. A pitiful indictment. May God be entirely merciless in leaving us nowhere to run. It’s sometimes quite tough to admit that I understand where you’re coming from. Kind regards, Adam.
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I appreciate your thoughtful observations on my work – thank you
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Delightful image of pumpkins plumping – like a soft pillow. I’m happy that fall is around the corner for us here in Ohio. Enjoy your New England colors.
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one of my daughters lived in Hudson OH for a time – lovely town
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