And After Autumn Winter Comes Comments

This poem like so many you have written sings from beginning to end. I'm with Susie. When's the novel coming out?

Have you contemplated writing novels? Such descriptive power!

This is like a lovely painting with a cold blast of air for realism. Autumn is my favorite time...but I don't fear winter any more, now that I live in the desert. Thanks for sharing this. Raynette

I like season poems, when I read them you get such a lovely feeling that makes you feel that it is good to be alive. This one did just that. cheers sylvia

I agree with Philippa, your description of those frosty colourful days is beautiful. Even makes me home sick.

Oh, how I love it. Such nostalgia! I used to so enjoy Guy Fawkes' Day with the spinning Catherine wheels. This poem just lets me soak in the beauty of the English countryside - so dear to my heart. Thank you for writing it.