I think the leaves down on my roof of tin.
I feel the failing brightness on my skin.
Autumn insects sing the shadows thin.
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You mix your ingredients (color, sound and texture) with the finesse of a cordon bleu chef. You stir them with a compassionate spoon, bake them for just the right amount of time, then present them with an artist's eye. Your poetry traces similar themes, and yet each poem is startlingly unique - like this one. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Sandra, your word usage is absolutely intoxicating. This is a remarkable poem, with a very striking title, 'Killing Fost'. I truly enjoyed the read and looking forward to more and more. Melvina
Sandra, Your work always expands for me the borders of my very limited understanding of so many things, most especially the power - the incredible power - of love. Bill Grace
yes it is that old frost is what does it. fall is beautiful with all those colors, then comes frost and kills it. a very well put together piece of wonderful poetry.
dear sandra i love this poem very much. you are so romantic. it is highly original. every verse calls to heart. keep posting please.
What an exquisite job you did of integrating autumn and human experience in this beautiful love poem. I loved the rich use of so many of the senses, rather than mostly the visual. It's difficult to make heavy use of rhyme without having it clamour. Your rhyme did not clamor. It rose in a harmonious cloud of music. Warmest Best Wishes, Mary
I admire your abilities, Sandra. It is very difficult to write a rhyming poem and at the same time to keep a proper mood. You were succeeded. Congratulations!
Sandra, I love the way you captured atmosphere in your excellent poem. Regards, Ian
So true how as the seasons we change in time, a beautiful piece Love Duncan X
Excellent Sandra! the trembling of a leaf on the tin roof like a heart-beat? Oh! what a marvelous picture you have drawn.
The rhyming of the poem is excellent. The metaphor and simile speak volume of the poet's talent to bring out her inner feelings into the surface thro' her own style of presentation to the reading pleasure of the poetry world. She deserves all the praise for this.
Your poems are always lovely and so often have a sweet sense of sadness, which is the poetry I love the best.
Sandra this poem has just captured my heart the love of nature goes far beyond these beautiful words that you describe in this timeless poem, cheers Sylvie
Hello, Sandra, Only similar optimism it is possible will make murder of a sincere frost.... 10.... Best wishes, Tsira