Late Fall Medley by CJ Muchhala

CJ Muchhala lives in Shorewood,Wisconsin near Lake Michigan, but maintains a getaway on the Wisconsin River. Her poetry, fiction, and children's stories have been published in a variety of online and print journals, anthologies, and art/poetry exhibits. When she's not writing, CJ says she enjoys gardening "using the 'benign neglect theory," and baking bread "following the 5-minute method."

Jancan:
Vivid glimpse of nature's creatures using their God-given instincts
Posted 11/23/2020 11:02 AM

Lori Levy:
Beautiful poem and photo.
Posted 11/21/2020 06:09 PM

Stephen Anderson:
Nice imagery and fusion with Nature, C.J.!
Posted 11/21/2020 06:01 PM

Anastasia:
A wonderful word-picture!
Posted 11/21/2020 04:48 PM

KevinArnold:
Wonderful poem of this most specific season.
Posted 11/21/2020 02:54 PM

Janet Leahy:
Strong verbs, the grip of trees on November skies, the rasp of the crow, language in this poem paints the picture we can see and hear.
Posted 11/21/2020 11:10 AM

Gilbert Allen:
I especially enjoyed the image in the first stanza.
Posted 11/21/2020 08:45 AM

Jean Colonomos-1:
Your evocative images bring the season's change alive.
Posted 11/21/2020 08:31 AM

Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this beautiful picturesque poem. I can see the trees, chickadees, mice, owl and twilight, taste the frosted pine cone seeds and hear the flutters, chirps and rasp. My favorite image is "blackened claws."
Posted 11/21/2020 08:17 AM

finney@charter.net:
All the hush of late November...sigh. ...Rise to grip November skies...a line I go back to. It�s a scene I know so well.
Posted 11/21/2020 07:50 AM

Larry Schug:
The repeating of the word "now" is important to this poem, bringing an immediacy that grabs me.
Posted 11/21/2020 07:05 AM