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Thank-you.  I do think this works.  But I have worked on refining the first stanza, and I've made a few other small but significant changes.

I walk about the perimeter of your poetry, the dimensions much like the Blue Ridge Mountains of Appalachia in Autumn, in all its splendor of vibrant colors. I travel deeper into the shades and hues, calling out your name, 'Nathaniel, Nathaniel.' All of a sudden the sound becomes the oceanic sphere o...

Thank-you so much for your thoughtful response, Dave. I myself was not too thrilled with the umbly mumbly ultra-poetic style of this poem.  But I wanted to get it turned in, since Indar is encouraging me to post a poem every day for five days in a row, then wait a month and do the same thing all ove...

Sunbirds sing in endless reveries of color, from vibrant hues of red and blue and yellow to melodic threads of turquoise  -and blots of tangerine orange. They perch in the shadows of ancient oak trees, in the silhouettes of olive branches, their delicate twists deep darkness’ stitch of tumbling wind...

I love the expansiveness of the second stanza.  The words shift into a brand new palm--the hand of the universe.

Thanks, Mark!

I look forward to it. 

I could read more of this, surely.  Will there be a poetic sequel?

I'm wanting to know how all of these characters evolve, including the main one, of course.

Wonderful write!

love it.  resonating on many levels.

Enjoyable read.

I love the way implied colors (of yellow) are splashed against the reds of the squirrel. --Makes for a word painting.  

Under the chill of a prescient moon even the black of night will encase you in the bitter breeze of white- in realms of time and temperament, frozen under  the mirrored dome  of consciousness. What of thought and feeling- sentience? All mirrored worlds themselves will crystallize like fields of snow...