Autumn Bound Poem by Sandra Fowler

You write with such quenching depiction, and poetic verve....This piece, as all your work excels in all basics of literary principle...and is yet another paradigm of what contemporary poetry is all about! Cheers, young lady! FjcR

This one is bursting with youth and innocence and brightly swirling colours. In particular I love the lines 'someone who speaks leaf language should explain/ trees have no power to take them back again'. A joyful piece. love, Allie xxxx

I love this poem so full of the drama of life and death and all that is in between.

I enjoyed this poem very much. Fine perspective beautifully crafted.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful boy with your readers. It's best that children not know - quite yet - that we are Autumn Bound.

Each and every stanza is unique. Loved reading this poem, joy overflowing. someone who speaks leaf language should explain Trees have no power to take them back again, Thank you, dear poet, for introducing me to 'leaf language'. I too am, in the Autumn of life. Am but a leaf of a big tree waiting my turn to fall!

There is much I love about this poem, among which are its 'life lessons.' Second stanza: Speaks of sacrifices. Ironically, life is a trade-off. One thing for another. Third stanza: 'Leaf language.' Would that I understood leaf language when young. I would have understood, indeed, that the tree has no power to take them back again. Fourth stanza: Some things are autumn bound. Lovely irony. Powerful imagery. Beautifully done.

sometimes I wish I were that little girl (or little boy) still...innocence is indeed bliss...

Line 9 is for me the electric zinger in this piece. BG

A chuckle for sure but for myself a little hard to love this celebration of autumn. My problem not being with the poem but with the season which was a harbinger of the Upstate New York winters that I hated and suffered quite a bit from. A very lovely poem for those who have been blessed to stay on the sunny side of autumn. Bill Grace