Autumn Secrets.


Silence not of the ear,

but the soul hangs like a

promise in the air.

In muted voice, bright

leaves whisper, as rain 

scatters satin tears upon

the day, and every path

becomes a secret

waiting to be found.

© sweetwater 2023
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nice poem, very interesting ending, for some reason “waiting” was not the verb i’d like to see there, in fact i wouldn’t choose a verb, i’d say ” becomes a secret, available to be found “

i know it’s the first thing that pops ups in our mind, “waiting” but what is waiting is what is available. isn’t it? i like the soft quality, the satin tears make sure your poem is softly qualified. i want us female poets to use both sides, the soft and hard aspects of poetry. because we can do it better than men who sound effeminate if they use the soft side but we sound poetically indestructible when we our conclusions are hard, not that many modern male poets know how to be hard without sounding childish or harsh but that’s… Read more »


Hello Sue, just a thought on this one. I know you’ve already had critique but…. rain drops has an almost double meaning…Maybe rain scattered instead? As always it’s just a thought
Your friend
Mike XxX


Excellent scene painting, Sue. I think it should be ‘rains scatters satin tears … present tense in keeping with the tense of the rest of the piece.


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