Detangling One Season From Another Comments

A fine and lovely vision of a season's faded glory... and now to winter's rest... and dreams...

I liked the title of the poem, specially the word 'Detangling'. 'I know it's only time that keeps me from their hiatus beauty, And time, I have, to wait and watch' You understand nature so well! 'Others flock, like pilgrims, to the ocean's edge But I know the trails and paths in the woven woods, as my own... and pay a poor man's homage for their lending me a lovely castle In which I find my forest fotress...' These lines echo my feelings. I prefer woods to oceans. About your note: Yes, you are 'never alone in the arms of Mother Nature...' and as you hoped, ' If I could share it with you, somehow, through these words...that you too, might take a moment, to enjoy.....', I am delighted to say that yes, I did enjoy, and 'loved the beautiful calm' it portrays, as if I was strolling beside you 'in the woven woods'. A beautiful poem flowing out from a sensitive and nature friendly heart.

Cloudless mind welcomes seasons change And its hiatus beauty with wonder and appreciation