A Walk In Autumn Comments

Most beautiful verses for most beautiful season. Let us journey through the falling leaves of autumn.

Trees are not sorry to let go of leaves Leaves are not sorry to part with trees Don't cry o heart when you walk on dead leaves.----So beautiful!

It is now already the new year 2022 and I just found this lovely sweet poem, so adorable about A Walki In Autumn.5 Stars absolute. I have enjoyed tremendously, especially in this rainy new year

I chose this poem to read from you... maybe because it is according to my lyrical tastes, but I will read and other poems... you are a poet... I like the way you skip the landscape in the state your spiritual. thank you! Congratulations dr. Riza

Hi Nosheen, Wonderful poem. Nice imagery, narrative. A true marvel

The leaves-strewn paths I walk with steps wary - Teach me More God! The crunch of leaves under feet I hear with ears sharp - Its a music but sounds music Forgive me God! Trees are not sorry to let go of leaves Leaves are not sorry to part with trees Don't cry o heart when you walk on dead leaves. - And when the dried leaves say the touch your feet blessed me, did I hear that so God? ? all in your Creation! ! Bless it all!

You capture what I too feel in autumn - a sense of losing something beautiful too quickly, a desire to hold on to the season of falling and fallen leaves, appreciating the beauty of late summer - for me because early winter arrives with astonishing speed. and then lingers for 5 months. But a walk in Autumn is not only a sensory experience which is delightful but also a poetic experience which is touched with sadness.

a nice poem the leaves you wondering why things die? ........well written

beautiful i was about to add dead leaves can't cry but you urself did realise twas my surmise! do read mine and surprise Lahore flashes daily in front of my eyes I visited years ago when i was born

Well that's cycle of life, old leaves fall in autumn and the tree stands waiting for new leaves in the spring.

This is a beautiful poem. It reminds of both our inner nature, what we believe and ascribe to elements in and of the world, and of nature's ability...to let go. Well done!

A creative wonderful poem, unique and delicate. Soulful in metaphor. Kudos. Pls do comment my latest poem too titled ashurah

A walk of the life to remember, a phase in everybody's life when they leave their home, separate from parents, search for better things, migrate to different place. Life takes us through different stages, a thought provoking poem, Loved it...10+++++

Hi Nosheen, Beautiful poem; with the message on the vagaries of life, of existence. Trees are not sorry to let go of leaves Leaves are not sorry to part with trees Still it hurts our heart when we walk on dead leaves. Why? So that they are not trampled upon; and we donot cause them cry. And so that their music is not lost on us. Life's lessons are like these: learn them the hard way. Very profound and thoughtful. Philosophical as usual. Loved reading.100+++

How majestically simple, how beautifully elegant is the artistic efficiency with which you have laid upon your palm one of the deep truths of life and held it up for us to behold, and once more our breath is tugged as much by the elegance of your writing as of the truth it illuminates. Bravo! :)

What a beautiful message you have given through a simple poem, Nosheen! So original and captivating! (10)

A beautiful poem on Natute with thrilling expression. The last stanza is most attractive and heartfelt. Thanks. ...10

A poetic feeling felt in the autumn walk nicely expressed in the poem.A lovely poem.

Trees are not sorry to let go of leaves Leaves are not sorry to part with trees Don't cry o heart when you walk on dead leaves. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Awed by the beauty of this poem.Letting go is not so easy.Still we have to move on.Thank you dear Nosheen for sharing the poem..

This poem is one of beauty and emotion but both are treated with such tenderness that the sadness is suffused with joy. Part of me does not want to disturb the pattern and poise you achieved by using my cerebral words. Another part of me wants to articulate the poem's meaning to show you how abundantly you bestowed autumn's wonders over us. And for this poem I choose the second option: I'm putting my analytical mind to rest, and re-read the poem in an atmosphere of appreciation. I want to safeguard your poem's tenderness.