motivating sojourn positively awaiting the allusions of spring ... can't believe "that underground bar" reference ...

Kate, you write with a rare grace that is warmed with a deep sensuality. Yours is the kind of writing that makes one wonder how grand it must be to see through your eyes and sense through your heart. In admiration...gina

i felt a melancoly essence as i read this piece...migration is a natural energy guided by intuition

This is a multilayered poem, the seasonal migration has some delicate images that seem to be personal in first read, but then when I re-read (sorry for being scatterbrained!) it, found the central metaphor (the title) being expanded across not only the seasons, but life as a whole, and there is some remorse, existential agonies. Imagery is deliciously incongruous (first read), but becomes precise after a thorough read.

Seasonal Migration is both Druidic and Native American in nature and travels the wheel of the year with overtones of Medicine Wheel and Druantia superimposed on Habetrot! Druantia was the "Queen of the Druids." Fir Goddess. She ruled over fertility, passion, sexual activities, trees, protection, knowledge, and creativity

Habetrot was a "spinning" Goddess who is thought to either be a goddess of spell casting or the wheel of the year since "spinning" refers to them both. She is best known for her powers of healing which were linked to her skills with weaving fiber. All who wore her clothes never became ill. She ruled over healing, seasonal rites, commemoration...seasonal poetry like this brings out the cultural lore of many spiritual societies, Pagan and Christian rites duly noted here, Kate...flock to different lands when the calendar guides us by the months of change...

Love,
Sage

Your words bring such imagery to life...the slate gray skies of crisp autumn mornings; the drippy, moist cool air that shrouds the skeletons of trees, the geese flapping overhead and then the resulting silence when they are gone...The promises of spring, that mean so much to me on a personal level...the Aprils of my life, and the resulting Emerald month of May...

Cryssa

What wonderful language, Kate. Here at the shore, I welcome the
empty beaches of late Fall, only the sound of the ocean in my
head. The aloneness makes me aware of me. Of course there may be
nights when I'll go searching for that underground bar of yours.
-gene.

Enjoyed reading your pens once again. As always you pull the reader into the depths of your thoughts.

Will there be an Easter
spring, a hopeful uprising
to come back to?

I surely hope so, Seaside Kate, and a marvelous poem.

A beautiful poem you have written,take care

Edwin

You, Dear Kate, are an artist who piants with words.

Kate,

Fly ma petite Fly! I always love your works of art. Peace, Love and Friendship Always, Paul.

beautiful write

Kate,
Your own unique style with echoes of Plath in the opening and Dylan Thomas in the closing "green-shoot apple" but all yours finally and just wonderful.
John

Autumn is my favorite season. The season's colors, the last harrah before winter casts her blanket over the earth; before she covers the seeds and commands them to rest up so that they will be ready for the surge of spring. There is so much beauty in the dieing off process in Autumn shared by the bounty of the season that sustains us through the winter. Autumn is the crescendo! Beautiful poetry, Kate. I miss reading you. Oh! to have time to spend here again...
Take care,
Sherry

A packing-up-bags-at-the-end-of-school-term feel to this autumnal poem, Kate. A chill in the air, yesterday's newspapers, yesterday's people, but a spring resurgence not far from the narrator's mind.

As Manley Hopkins said, Nothing is so beautiful as spring!

Kate, Your poem is humbling and touches within.. Seasons change, we change with the seasons,,as one migrates you pray they will adventure, but will return to grounds of thier nesting, (home)
Love, Christine

I feel a sense of almost forlorness...a questioning of are we reaching the last days, will the geese return or will things just die out and smother under the weight of a winter sky. Your images here sweet Kate are to quote a phrase from a younger generation..."smokin". Hope all is well with you.
Hugs
Poppy

responding to your writes is like desert after a fabulous meal?or something {i can't type this}but it's a joy to finger an attempt & possibly show a satisfied digestive system at work .~. Ted

Kate,

Penned so superlatively - top drawer all the way!!


Best wishes,

Lance

astonishingly fine poetry Kate! Magical indeed xx:o)

Excellent write Kate! Love it!

Another beauty....well done sweet lady...be well and always safe...Hugsssss

Kate you have become a master migrater,you do it so well!;-)
This is another knock-out gem of a poem!luv that last line!;-)
ET

This one gets to the heart of my poet soul, Kate. Gazing up into the cooling sky, and watching summer take off, and cold take hold. I love your visual words--they're perfect--and the blending of seasons into the seasonal change in your own self. And the April ending is too beautiful--means something extra-special to me.

Great write. But what more did we expect from you? --Charlie

Wonderful vision but, you know what, although I do help plan vacations in advance, I merely am thankful for each day as it comes :)!

:) And I wouldn't dream of using your picture, Kate! You are much too attractive :)!

Sandy

Reading about returning to the city with its dead-end street and air so thick makes me yearn for a return to mountain trails. On the other hand, we just returned from China after a month over there, and there air here is so much better. It helps that our house is surrounded by ancient oaks. At least if I don't think to hard (that's easy), I forget that on the other side of the hill is a freeway and a lot of city. I like "silence across an empty sky" The longer I live, the more I embrace that kind of quiet. Thanks for the image.

Wonderful imagery and verse; a stunning package you've wrapped, Kate! Excellent; brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D

I love the way you write, Kate...this is gorgeous. Such imagery, such lines: undone by the power of your words. Brilliant!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.