Autumn winds

[Leanne]

Hello Nemmy, nice to see you posting

"clandestine gatherings" has me fascinated, of course I want to know what secrets you were keeping... besides, with the rest of the poem in mind it sounds like a memory from adolescence, with a group of teenagers up to "no good" (which for me usually meant sneaking about thinking our parents didn't know what we were up to but never really game enough to do anything but tip over a few garden gnomes). I like your shifts through the stanzas from the broader outdoors through memory and then into the privacy of the bedroom.

A really nice read, thank you.

[abu nuwas]

We are just into that season, though the weather is oddly sunny. The newspapers put me more in mind of going home late, at a large mainline station, when there are a few drunks about, a train to somewhere, near-ish where you live, and papers just floating and whirling about. Do they do that in the day as well, but no-one notices?

V right for October.

[Wildcard]

Hi, It's great to see you posting. Your words do a good job of setting up a scene, taking a look back at a grey little secret and a solid close. Glad you're here. Feel free to say hello in this thread.

[billy]

yeah, i notice how the papers stick against the fence and somehow get pushed under the hedges.
me too, i wanna know about the clandestines. (gatherings makes me think of a group)

it felt good reading it nemmy, hi muse.