tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417961221792880115.post9106671882878262670..comments2024-03-28T10:37:38.851-11:00Comments on Intelliblog: SUMMER'S ENDIntellibloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04262938291462934103noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417961221792880115.post-8012272051753161312014-05-16T19:52:32.512-11:002014-05-16T19:52:32.512-11:00Equating Autumn with middle age is well cariied th...Equating Autumn with middle age is well cariied throughGiannihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08639472262554360709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417961221792880115.post-37773644208532695672011-03-17T16:01:14.907-11:002011-03-17T16:01:14.907-11:00Beuatiful poemBeuatiful poemOkihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11875432164989515429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417961221792880115.post-81223296474529959512011-03-10T17:49:36.900-11:002011-03-10T17:49:36.900-11:00It is sad but I find it uplifting too in some stra...It is sad but I find it uplifting too in some strange way....<br />Lovely poem Nic!!!!<br />Hope you are well now!!!!Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13969764234193384841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417961221792880115.post-72920198609835133162011-03-09T18:30:25.783-11:002011-03-09T18:30:25.783-11:00Sorry to hear you are unwell, Nicholas. Get well s...Sorry to hear you are unwell, Nicholas. Get well soon!<br />Your poem is touching and beautiful. As life flows by we can often look back on everything we have been through and feel melancholy.<br />However, as you say in your poem there are fruits of our labours to be enjoyed in the time of harvest. Every season has its joys, even bleak winter, which is the time of firesides and Christmases, warm houses and good company!Penthehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02226869141298079186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417961221792880115.post-49126817439348087932011-03-09T14:40:32.182-11:002011-03-09T14:40:32.182-11:00Very beautiful, Nick. Your descriptions or nature...Very beautiful, Nick. Your descriptions or nature and changing seasons never fail to capture the imagination. And as your summer gives way to fall and winter, we are just beginning to see signs of our own spring. I so enjoy pondering that juxtaposition each time you write of the seasons.<br /><br />I was especially moved by your poem and its double-entendre. I find myself at about that same moment in life as you. I'm becoming more existential as I age, and think little of life's purpose or the future. I'm trying to hold onto my optimism (sometimes melancholy) as long as I can.<br /><br />Thank you for this very beautiful post. I hope you are feeling better soon.Bekkieannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058996951400003081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8417961221792880115.post-89292378748384495042011-03-09T13:46:35.788-11:002011-03-09T13:46:35.788-11:00Lovely but sad...Lovely but sad...A'sean'sationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12137051542598281391noreply@blogger.com