Howard, sorry it's taken most of the month to get back to your small songs. I did not know about direct registration with cats; thank you for that. The poem is fun and characterful.
The lost boot in Glimpse is familiar to me. I couldn't count the number of times I've had to pull one of my children's boots out of the mud. I like the musing on the struggle here.
The blurred feeling in Fuliginous makes the scene very atmospheric. Lovely title too, a new word for me.
Playlist is a great observation of something often seen as nothing more than an irritant. I want pizza now.
Transmutation really is a beautiful image of lost potential. We've lost a number from the apple trees recently too. The imagery is perfect.
The stars orphaned by cloud, disconnected from one another, is another wonderful observation well told, and a possible metaphor for social distancing. Clever.
That last wisteria holding on is a wonderful metaphor for weathering the storm. It could be applied to current events too.
Your Bashô homage is hilarious.
I've been sorting our herb bed a little and those fragrances are definitely worth putting into a poem, including the soil. Definitely worth speculating on.
I love the reflections in dew on spider webs; we showed the children one the other day. ten thousand moons is beautiful.
The alliteration in Pond really suits the swarm of little fishes well. Nicely done.
Sounds like a decent autumnal recipe in Appetizer. This has a lovely balance of scent, colour and flavour.
Another beautiful image of nature in Aria, with wonderful associated sounds. I think this is my favourite of yours so far this month.
I like the positive, upward edge to everything in Assurgency . dew-hued has a lovely sound to it.
Back to herbs and the downpours. The rosemary is resilient, but the others will regrow. There are a lot of descriptive words for the drooping etc., which may not all be necessary but they do add to the oppressive nature of the heavy rain.
I found the old bird feeder in the outbuilding the other day, and the seed within it had sprouted, so Purpose makes perfect sense to me.
That tide of jasmine scent, the brushing of fingers through the flowers, Venus watching over. Beautiful stuff.
Breasts and turtles, what's not to like. The correlation between the two seemingly disparate images works really well.
Keep them coming,
John