| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/28/12 at 11:58 PM Ah my sweet you may not recognize when I come begging at your door with mask of lamb say bah, bah, let me taste you sweet hand for I am only a small wolf in sheeps clothing. Nice write lady. As fall comes to light all over you with cool breezes. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/29/12 at 01:23 PM I've always loved the crisp air in Fall. The Weather in NJ has started to change- long, hot Summer. I LOVE how you capture the elents of the weather. Always a pleasure to read your work. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 09/30/12 at 06:36 PM grape harvest? I love how sensual this poem is, Kristina--I can almost taste it. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/04/12 at 12:18 PM Autumn is a time when little tots and great big tots show up at our door for their annual tricking or treating and I could not think a better treat for such tricks than to offer them your odes. candied corn or candied apples on a stick would surely pale in compare. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/07/12 at 05:42 PM My favorite time of year. Thinking maybe you are talking about a plant, personified as you and you it, with the color purple. All round, great construction and cadence, along with the lines...imagery: clip me
clumped purple
like a shear haircut
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/22/12 at 11:44 PM Seasons explode in purple majesty as autumn swallows summer and the world becomes a brisk breath. Great read. |
