“Autumn—On the Hudson River” by Jasper Francis Cropsey‘Praise for Fall’ and Other Poetry by Janice Canerdy The Society January 24, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Poetry 7 Comments Praise for Fall You float in on a late September breeze with still-warm days and mild, cool nights in tow. It’s not your way to bring the first hard freeze before November when your cold winds blow. The trees, a color riot on display, God’s handiwork, are certain to enthrall. Then costumed kids receive a vast array of goodies on October’s curtain call. But there’s much more to you than this. You bring Thanksgiving and pre-Christmas sweet delights: the decorations, feasts, and choirs that sing cantatas, all the season’s festive sights. As host of widely-varied pleasantries, you prove each year your deep desire to please. Shooting Stars How bright they are, those shooting stars that dart across the evening sky! We gaze at them with wonderment, aware their light will quickly die. We grownups know the truth about these beauties. They’re not stars at all, but dust and bits of rock that shine, then burn up as they quickly fall. When kids say, “Look—a shooting star,” let’s not be killjoys who declare the scientific facts about what’s zooming through the nighttime air! Displaced: The Trail of Tears As rain falls hard and soaks the ground and thunder roars its mighty sound, so tears of the displaced may fall, their cries bespeaking dearth and pall. The Deep South tribes of long ago were forced to forge a trail of woe, of death and want, with goods so small, their cries bespeaking dearth and pall. The Cherokees were brought to tears when forced from land they’d held for years, no longer standing strong and tall, their cries bespeaking dearth and pall. The rugged journey thousands made to Westward land should never fade from memory. We must recall their cries bespeaking dearth and pall. Janice Canerdy is a retired high-school English teacher from Potts Camp, Mississippi. Her poems and prose writings have appeared in several publications, including Society of Classical Poets Journal, Wild Violet, Light Quarterly, The Road Not Taken, Lyric, Parody, Bitterroot, Cyclamens and Swords, Westward Quarterly, Lighten Up Online, Better Than Starbucks, Indiana Voice Journal and Southern Tablet; and anthologies, including those published by the Mississippi Poetry Society, the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, Whispering Angel Books, and Quill Books. Her first book, Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishing), was published in December 2016. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. 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Anderson January 24, 2020 Janice, all three of these were lucid and technically well constructed, ranging from praise of my favorite (and nearly everyone’s, as far as I can tell) season, through some sage advice regarding how to deal with a popular misnomer, to a sad account of one particular episode in the long story of what might be considered the true American tragedy, Theodore Dreiser notwithstanding. Reply James A. Tweedie January 25, 2020 Janice, My wife is part Cherokee and the sad story you relate is part of her spiritual (and physical) DNA. If there is anything to the theory of genetic memory (and I am so inclined) then, in some way, the past still lingers in the present. I will share your poem with her and she will feel it with her heart in ways that I can only feel it in my mind. Thank you for addressing the subject. I look forward to your next submissions. Reply Gleb Zavlanov January 26, 2020 I love your poem on Autumn. Very beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Reply C.B. Anderson January 27, 2020 Gleb, I think you can come up with something a bit better than that. Reply Linda Watson Owen February 1, 2020 Congratulations to you, my friend and fellow poet! Janice, your poems are sublime! It’s no surprise to see your name among the Best of 2019 in this international competition! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.