tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2812825982739618500.post6482585201366622869..comments2023-10-12T17:04:02.422+01:00Comments on dysnomia...: Season of mistsAnhrefnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137576217724041114noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2812825982739618500.post-60378748490702115272011-09-19T23:03:24.328+01:002011-09-19T23:03:24.328+01:00Such a beautiful post, Anhrefn. The season of mist...Such a beautiful post, Anhrefn. The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. I have also read the very poem recently.. Every autumn I go to the forest looking for mushrooms and see brambles groaning with fruit. That restlessness you write about is palpable in the sweet air. And the mist. Your photographs capture the mystery of autumn to perfection. I look forward to the change of season on your blog..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2812825982739618500.post-84722673445048557412011-09-18T10:48:09.272+01:002011-09-18T10:48:09.272+01:00Thank you Nevine. There is a feverish restlessness...Thank you Nevine. There is a feverish restlessness in the air at this time of year. Things are on the move. The birds have finished their moult and have a renewed sense of purpose. The world is charged for change. I believe it is this resonance that poets tune in to.Anhrefnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12137576217724041114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2812825982739618500.post-56505542539320736532011-09-17T14:06:39.273+01:002011-09-17T14:06:39.273+01:00Certainly, we are on the cusp. Autumn is in the ai...Certainly, we are on the cusp. Autumn is in the air, and I especially love that change of seasons from summer to fall. I am especially fond of how you wove poetry through your thoughts. Truly, autumn is the time for poetry. It seems the words about this season have flown for time immemorial. <br /><br />Thank you for sharing this lovely post, Anhrefn. It was truly a heartwarming read.<br /><br />NevineNevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.com