Walking Through Autumn Comments

High class poetry. Touching last lines. You have a way with words. I hope you got your poems published. God bless you, Daniel. Rated 10.

Daniel, your imaged filled poem delights those who love nature.

Excellent narrative with rich and vivid imagery. I can see the scene in my mind as I read along.

The images of different seasons are so vivid and so lively as if I am experiencing them myself..Every line has a seasonal flavor to it.Absolutely amazing poem.I hope it gets to the front page of Poem Hunter.

What a fantastic poem; absolutely loved it.

i wanted to explore some of your earlier poems, daniel, and picked this one not knowing i had already commented on it. no matter. i enjoyed reading it again, reading of scenes you summoned so that they are familiar. i don't know that i've ever seen a bergamot plant. i know the scent from earl grey tea, and it intrigues me that its scent is so strong you can smell it before seeing it. -glen

I stopped raking to watch them disappear into thick clouds, no longer winged things but just dots, like crooked ellipses, sinking into the depths of heavy paper, whatever message they were spelling by their flight, smudged, then erased, lost in whiteness.... cool extended metaphor, daniel. -g

a wonderful poem of describing the autumn months and their decay and of the every day human wanderings? waiting for the snow! ..............superbly written.

Wow! ! ! ! ! Feel Like I've Just Seen One Of The Most Beautiful Movies! ! ! ! ! Your Poem Does Flow With Such Depths! ! ! ! ! And Beauty! ! ! ! ! Thank You! ! ! ! ! So Much For Sharing This Unforgettable Poem! ! ! ! ! Many Many10S! ! ! ! ! +++++Such Beautiful Poetry! ! ! ! !

I didn't know you're a prose writer as well. This beautiful narrative piece of poetry is such a delight to read. Lovely indeed. Thanks for sharing sir.

Daniel Brick, Your careful and progressive walk through changes in seasonal time and life cnanges was done beautifully here. I really could feel the sober and aching loveliness of vulverable nature needing to be affirmed. I love it so much................Blessings to you. I am a very new writer so this was encouraging...................kathy

Serenity ran through me when i walked through your autumn, everything emerged with another as softly as summer replace autumn and autumn turn to winter, you were there, emerged with everything.

It's an unabashedly contemplative poem which watches nature and self- the way each is discovered through the other. The personal details of an examined life come through, such as your nostalgia for the time when you wrote massive missives. The intrinsic value of thought is respected in such a memory, and also in anticipating the volume of Goethe under a single bulb. There is a habit of watching for signs of things to come in nature; it is a way of attuning to the flow of time. .

This is the magic called literature. If I were not so stunned, I could probably write a thousand words about your piece but I am [almost] speechless. You are now on my speed-dial for important poetry to read. Thank you for sharing your talent with us.

A great composition.I had in mind Vivaldi's four seasons while treading through its musical lines.Starting to read it I had a feeling that it needs patience to reach to the end.I wished it was cut into pieces.Each for every month.I do noy still know, or better I can not imagine how many of its readers would wish it.I was pleased at the end that it was so planned and offered.A great present.

i was amazed by this poem...bravo :)

'Powerlines along my path bristled with electric fire, scorching the raised brow of September' incredible lines surging with electrified meaning

I get a peaceful feeling reading through this poem. My favorite lines: The scarecrows were all fast asleep. (I tried to imagine them otherwise!) I stopped raking to watch them disappear into thick clouds, no longer winged things but just dots, like crooked ellipses, sinking into the depths of heavy paper, The sunroom is without light. You slouch in a big chair, wrapped in a dark blue blanket. Your brown eyes are the brightest spots to be seen Loved it. I will read some more of yours later.

Oh, your narrative of October, November and December, so beautiful! It is really fantastic how you co-relate the inner and the outer perspective.I would love to quote from your poem about December-' The sunroom is without light, You slouch in a big chair Wrapped in a dark blue blanket - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - in front of me clouds fold into each other and a deluge of snow is poised to fall all winter long.

Yes, These word are very beautiful. i like it. Ages ago, you stopped counting our steps. We walk. side by side, in an 'andante' rhythm, as if we have nothing else to hope for.