Anyone who takes pause and looks around will experience what you so eloquently describe.
“a capillary bloom
of wet, red leaves
imprinting haze”
These lines are impressionistic in the best way. The haze “too thin to be fog” is like the scumbling behind the leaves’ edges. Because there is a haze to imprint at all, the edges sharpen.
So beautiful- words that perfectly describe the changes I feel in the season.
Unique, cerebral, and profound stanzas like this:
shielding a noun
in the mulch, half-
buried, decayed
beyond a name
are a few of the reasons I love and appreciate your poetry so much.
Anyone who takes pause and looks around will experience what you so eloquently describe.
“a capillary bloom
of wet, red leaves
imprinting haze”
These lines are impressionistic in the best way. The haze “too thin to be fog” is like the scumbling behind the leaves’ edges. Because there is a haze to imprint at all, the edges sharpen.
So beautiful- words that perfectly describe the changes I feel in the season.
Unique, cerebral, and profound stanzas like this:
shielding a noun
in the mulch, half-
buried, decayed
beyond a name
are a few of the reasons I love and appreciate your poetry so much.