Mood - Edit 2

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Mood


When that Mood manifests,
    every thing attests
to shocking beauty of
    all that's in sight.

Dead leaves go painterly
    in drifts of color we
can't help but rhapsodize
    with all our might.

Is it this Mood that makes
    dead things a scene that wakes                     not sure about dead used twice
feelings of majesty,
    awe and delight?

Or does that fickle Mood
    form in our solitude
born out of happenstance
    when the scene's right?                                 good question, I see the word panoramic, but it's just me

Not to be knocking anybody or anything, but this is the best poem drifting around here in awhile, worth coming back to over and over. It is well worded in wisdom and quite the genius, can fit to two different types of readers in its subtlety. I like the structure of the stanzas, too. This is a tough subject and was touched on very cleverly.

thanks for the read

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