Sunday, September 24, 2017
Animagus Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Autumn is the sorceress in the sisterhood of seasons;
Up to some slow mischief; all secretive and scheming; all wind-stirred.
Her breezes coil and hiss about the skirts and skinny ankles of her trees
Whispering treason;
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7/27/2025 9:51:41 PM # 1.0.0
As per flow of time in the sisterhood of seasons this autumn comes. Her breezes coil and hiss about the skirts and skinny ankles. Her trees whisper abut beauty of appearance. This constructs magical and interesting melodic flow. Mists bring mysteries are animistic. Having wonderful perception closely we observe autumn. Startles from sleeping reach through the windows of my mind to let in fresh new light. Mind becomes become environmental and everything here bounds. Very, very brilliant imagery is drawn in this pleasant and wisely penned excellent poem.10
Thank you, Kumarmani, for your very flattering remarks. I'm happy that you liked my poem. It was originally a much longer poem that just kind of meandered without conclusion. This was the poem I leaned to stop treating my work with kid gloves, and started hacking away whole sections, stripping it down to its core expressions, ... and, lo and behold, there were my last lines already embedded in the middle of the poem! It expressed all that needed to be said. One of my greatest moments of epiphany as a poet. :)