Autumn

[tectak]

AUTUMN

Autumn...vespertine Muse,
Pageant of relenting
Where life perfects the ruse
Of its own inventing.

Manna for the tender
Wandering 'mid the blue,
Transitory splendor
I almost envy you...

From the coil of desire
Biding the native grief Should this be "binding" as in encoiled
Intent upon the lyre
To quicken some belief

Impatient to rejoice
Its liberty in voice.

Hi,
Yes to this. The melancholia of Autumn is thick and tenuous...I find that the flow is well suited to the content BUT, or should I say but, old pedants like me are easily thrown by stutters of meter and the RANDOM expediency of grammar use. Sometimes you do, sometimes you do not. This is not to say you MUST punctuate with military precision but as you mistakenly believe that "poems" are so defined by the obscure and retro capitalisation of each line I find myself haltingly circumspect as I read. Are you aware of the problem?
This is me liking it a lot.
Best and very well done,
tectak