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\nEditor\u2019s Note: It is Fall in Virginia\u2019s Piedmont, and Arrias has released his poetic muse to capture the magic of the season. Expect a complete volume of his verse.
\n– Vic<\/p>\n
\nEditor\u2019s Note: It is Fall in Virginia\u2019s Piedmont, and Arrias has released his poetic muse to capture the magic of the season. Expect a complete volume of his verse.
\n– Vic<\/p>\n
The Artist Speaks<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n I have never seen the leaves so bright, And as they fall, the trees thin out, Golden leaves in all nature\u2019s glory, How do I thank thee Lord for all this beauty, Meadowlarks Sing<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n Quaking aspens give way to snow, Soon there comes cold, cold days, Mountains covered in thick white, But under the snow soil renews, Shenandoah Autumn<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Blue mountains are now covered Through the farms the river wanders, Idyllic country lanes, But buzzards high o\u2019erhead, And in the cool, crisp mornings, More people now, but still the farms, Washington and Jefferson knew the Shenandoah, Copyright 2021 Arrias Editor\u2019s Note: It is Fall in Virginia\u2019s Piedmont, and Arrias has released his poetic muse to capture the magic of the season. Expect a complete volume of his verse. – Vic The Artist Speaks I have never seen the leaves so bright, I\u2019ve never seen such a glorious fall, Reds and greens and gold, More […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22542","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arrian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22542","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22542"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22542\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22544,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22542\/revisions\/22544"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22542"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22542"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vicsocotra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22542"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI\u2019ve never seen such a glorious fall,
\nReds and greens and gold,
\nMore brilliant than e\u2019er I recall.<\/p>\n
\nGolden sunlight streams on through,
\nAnd up above in all its glory
\nA clear sky, cerulean blue.<\/p>\n
\nIn a light breeze shimmer and quake,
\nA kaleidoscope of color and light,
\nSeemingly created all for my sake.<\/p>\n
\nThis magnificent, breathtaking display?
\nThe Greatest of Artists has spoken,
\nYour beauty sweeps me away.<\/p>\n
\nWinter on the high plain,
\nCold winds blow and blow,
\nGrays and browns remain.<\/p>\n
\nAnd long, dark cold nights,
\nCrisp blue skies, high thin clouds,
\nHow that north wind bites.<\/p>\n
\nWinter now in command,
\nA deep blanket of snow
\nNow covers all the land.<\/p>\n
\nAnd in our retreat we wait for spring,
\nFrom Varykino our sanctuary
\nWe shall hear the Meadowlarks sing.<\/p>\n
\nIn the colors of the rainbow,
\nReds, oranges, gold and green,
\nThe Valley\u2019s breathtaking show.<\/p>\n
\nPast barn and verdant field,
\nUnder the watch of ancient Mountains,
\nCrops all in, gracious nature\u2019s yield.<\/p>\n
\nLined by trees of gold and red,
\nFields now still for winter,
\nAlmost as if they\u2019re dead.<\/p>\n
\nTurn circles against an azure dome,
\nSearching for prey in those same fields,
\nMidst clumps of recently turned loam.<\/p>\n
\nOn roads that carried Washington\u2019s coach,
\nThe seasons\u2019 cycle continues
\nHeavy frosts warn of winter\u2019s approach.<\/p>\n
\nPeople and the land connected, whole,
\nSecluded, serene, peaceful,
\nAnd a Refuge for our soul.<\/p>\n
\nSummer, winter, spring and fall,
\nKnew the beauty of its seasons;
\nWe can still hear – and see – its siren\u2019s call.<\/p>\n
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