Autumn Finale Poem by Robert Charles Howard

Leaf music which only the discerning mind and heart can hear. Truly exceptional, Robert. Kindest regards, Sandra

I don't often get to see this 'sound blazing gold and scarlet' concert because of our weather down here, but this year has been outstanding, and my camera worked overtime because of my amazement. What a show God puts on, for those lucky enough to pay attention and see it! Beatutiful writing.

There is a gentle irony in this stunning soundscape of autumn with the brave maple leaves pealing their radiant finales on trumpet juxtaposed against scarves and gloved hands and cosy songs about lack of rain. Nature is certainly an inspiration for both poetry and music. And this poem give the reader both, beautifully. love, Allie xxxx

I think your poem has made maple syrup somewhat funereal - for me. Sweet and sad.

nice and seductive! keep writing!

The first line is bold and gets my attention and is effective in being repested in the last stanza. Once again your adjectives add so much more action and color as well as your musical metapors. A lot of good imagery. 'doggedly cleaning up after death' is memorable. The use of the quotation works very well. Enjoyable to read.

A great poem with a philosophical content! On the first para itself pages of critical appreciation can be written both by students and lovers of English poetry! -Raj Nandy

Truly beautiful whispers captured in the hand of mother nature. Excellent poem, beutifully written. Melvina