Novembering

Nice.

(It's spring where I am, so reading all these autumn things makes me homesick...summer in December just ain't natural.)

well played, sir. the last sequence in particular.

Great poem, Gary. It's not written, but etched to the page.

You got me here, I read and reread, I need no more, a story in ten words.

White below the gray,
Canadian geese fly
north again, confused.

Beautiful.

PS And the title. Perfect.

Each of these stands alone; together they create a quiet homage to the season.*

Thanks, Sally. But you have the Southern Cross now, right? I've often wondered what it's like to have to translate seasons since so much in mythology and the literary canon is written from a northern perspective.

Thank you, Stephen.

Thank you, James.

Thank you, Lilia. Constraints of brief-brief forms can be empowering.

Thank you, Gary.

You Haiku, I like. *

Great idea to link haiku. They hold together well so that one touches the other. Good work.*

Thank you, J. Mykell. Whenever I feel voiceless, I work at haiku or an Adelaide-Crapsey-style cinquain. Usually works out OK.

Thank you, John. Not quite a crown of sonnets but working in form can be freeing.

Good set, Gary. Enjoyed.

Thank you very much, Sam.

I'm kind of in love with that last one. The voice here is November/ending perfect.*

These are very, very good, Gary (as you know).

Lyricism, insight, and subtle punch in every one.

Love this one:

White below the gray,
Canadian geese fly
north again, confused.

Love love love.

Beatiful. Every short stanza evokes a sensual feast. *

Thanks, Blan.

Thanks, Joani. I'm gratefulfor the commentary.

Thank you, Frankie. I appreciate the response very much.

Beate, I am always pleased to hear your encouragement. Thank you.

I find them all beautiful, but the geese especially haunting and ominous of where we are all headed.

Lovely and haunting Gary.

Thank you, Gloria.

Thank you, Cherise.

Beautiful, Gary, all of them. I love most the confused Canadian geese. Also cinnamon and smoke. *

Thank you, Foster.

Had to come back for another read. So much heft to this. Each one perfect in tone and mood.

I love that sensation opens and movement ends, in all but the last. Beautiful, tangible details*

Thank you, Jen.

spot on.*