you are an amazing writer. i love your work so much. i read this one because of the color in the title. i've had a thing for colors lately. i've missed you and reading your work. you were a great person to talk to when i was still in the group home system. thanks for being there. i used to really look forward to getting your messages everyday. thanks for being a friend.
Your words simply ooze fall. Your words simply bleed the leaves falling from the trees. Your words are the epitome of a summer gone, a fall now here, and a winter on our doorstep.
Time goes by too quickly sometimes. Summer is gone. I am back to school. I like school, but I detest winter. The only colours I can find are white and grey, and how many poems can a person write about white?
Despite the fact I am sad that summer is gone, your poem is splendid. My favourite line is this one:
"Amidst richly golden hues exploding!"
It just really caught me. I like it.
Now is the winter of my discontent, but your sunlight keeps me warm. Write on, tiff, write on.