Autumn Is A State Of Mind Comments

Wonderful Poem, really enjoyed it, , can't wait to read more.

Lovely Autumn, beyond imagin expression, thanks a lot 10+

In this blasting Delhi's summer heat of 42 dgrees C, I can still feel Autumn with my mind! Truly it is a state of mind! 10+ -Raj Nandy

An excellent piece.lovely style.

Sandra, I suppose Autumn can be a state of mind, leaves fall, tears fall, but in life there is winter warmth, as well as winter cold. I love your writing Bob

Sandra, in the title itself you have said everything. though the poem begins on a melancholic note, somehow in the last lines, your memories dispel the clouds. seasons of the mind governed by seasons of the heart. lovely. you always express your thoughts so beautifully, using unusual images.10 Mamta

Just wonderful. Bill Grace

This intimate relationship with elements of nature, which sometimes amounts to complete unity, is amazing. The imagery is as vivid and surprising as the experiences depicted.

Sandra, this is such a melancholy piece - filled with and sombre grays and tears. Once again, you use your unique rapport with the natural world to effectively capture mood and show the reader your Autumn state of mind. A wonderful poem. love, Allie xxxx

very well writen, nicely said, and very beautiful piece of poetry.

Sandra, I love this poem! Your imagery is superb. Autumn is my favorite time of the year, , , although we don't really have an autumn in part of the world I live in now, but the memories of the colors and feelings of autumn always stay within my being. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. - Betty

another precious picture in words

i love this poem, the way you word it. is so real, keep on writing these lovely pieces of poetry.

Another excellent poem Sandra, the imagry is fabulous, I agree with Jolanta, very picturesque. Thankyou Sandra--Melvina--

I love the poem the way I love colorful autumns... It's very picturesque.

Fine companion piece to your previous poem, Autumn Bound.

I love your poems.

The autumn smells of apples in my hair. This is an enduring reminder of autumn. The poem captures it with great colour. Patrick

Indeed a pleasure to read this fine piece. Preets

The blending of colour, odor, sound, message and mood - synesthesia, a term I had forgotten until I read this. A characteristic of all your work, I now reflect. This is very beautiful.