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Muhammad Ali- -Hi my friend, lonely is the season of falling leaves==thank you for enjoying my poem and understanding its essence

Soran, What would PH do without your sensitive, intelligent voice to encourage us on to bigger and better efforts and successes! Thank you for your wisdom.

Smoky===I find it so easy to be all melancholy when fall arrives and the world starts dying around me once again. Thank you for your insight and encouragement, my friend.

Rebecca! ! ! ! It is so good to hear from you! You make me want to write more! ! and write ever better! Thank you! ! !

Geeta, when you comment on a poem of mine, I learn so much more about the craft of writing... thank you- -you are a pearl beyond price on PH

Hi Susan. One's lonely skies, And the skies we share... lonely. And skies... are lonely. Very very beautiful poem.

We are very pleased to look at this new creative poetic painting of the our dear poet Susan, it is the autumn metaphor to express the feelings, worries, loneliness and memories inside the poet, which has written in an artistic and distinctive form, and so through nature and poetry the poet sends her message to the world and serious readers of poetry, we congratulate her and it deserve 5 stars

Ah yes, the woes of winter time, I feel so sad when the Black-eyed Susans are done for the year, thus the reason I wrote a poem for them long ago. Your poem here is melancholy-beautiful.

A very heart touching haiku! .. With such a melancholy touch! .. Beautifully expressed! .. May today, tomorrow, and the next, , , , , , , , , , bring much beauty to you that makes your heart smile! .. Thank you for sharing! ..5 Stars+++++++++............

An insightful poem pregnant with meaning! . As the sparrows leave one by one, a deep sense of loneliness and despair occur in the hearts of those who are still around. The truth is, we all have to leave this world one by one, though we have no clue when it would be. An excellent Haiku. Thank you dear friend Susan. Top score

Kevin Patrick! ! ! You lift me up, Kevin, every time you enjoy a poem that I have written. Encourages me to try again. And then again. Poem Hunter needs more supportive poets like you to examine our poems and let us know what is working and how. Thank you, Kevin, so very much

My dear friend Mahtab- - thank you for your very poetic comment on my poem.

Khairul=== Wow! ! ! I am feeling very privileged right now especially when you took the time to look under the hood of this poem and feel the words interacting with each other and with the heart of the reader. Thank you for lifting my spirits! And thank you for thinking it worthy of Poem of the Day! !

Despair and desolation seeps through these words, like a razor sharp draft coming from a window, with a soulful somberness of sweating through the pours of the soul. I read the metaphor as children leaving, and the parents purpose coming to and end in a chapter. Amazing Haiku Susan, its as beautiful as Sandy Dennys " who knows where the time goes" . Yet this has more weight of emotion. Bravo!

Smoky Hoss! ! ! Smoky Hoss! ! ! ! , Thank you- the brevity of a haiku is good for me and my oft time runaway pen! ! ! You have encouraged me yet again. Cowboys are nice that way! ! !

In front of flawless eyes Everyone goes behind the scenes The mourning soul remains!

The poem suits well as a metaphor of our lives. We are, (I am particularly) in the Autumn of our lives. Our beloved sparrows (our friends and relatives) are leaving us one by one. Our skies are getting lonelier day by day! Deep, deep meaning the poem leaves to ponder on! The poem, so well written, deserves full marks and I gladly give it: 5 Stars *****! I recommend this poem to be selected as the 'Member Poem of the Day' for any day soon.

A haiku or whatever, this is a poem par excellence! Just three small lines, but they run so deep into the heart! I felt the weight of every word as it passed through. The opening line rings the bell of melancholy, the other two only resonates! Susan, you are privileged to have many thoughtful comments on this poem of yours, some of which themselves could be called a poem.

Cowboy! ! ! ! They eat from my birdseed I hang in the burning bush- therefore they are mine! ! ! ! Mine, I say! ! ! :) :) :)

Beautiful; the melancholy of fall is so very real, difficult to measure, but so sincerely felt. You have given us a true glimpse of it here; thank you.