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This is a very busy poem, as: This is a very busy poem, as a lot of processes are going on---the clearing of smoke in the title, the dissipation of this night, the recall of dewey welcomes and of reviving umbilical dreams; leading to the igniting of autumnal reticence from which (so the hope is implied) genial kindnesses shall spring; and I appreciate the double meaning of the word, "spring," in a stanza that also mentions autumn.   We must always peruse the acumens of today, as it ceases, because it will return as tomorrow; and the acquired wisdom of today will be useful, even needful, tomorrow.  And autumn's reticences must give way to spring's genial kindnesses---so we will rely on the day's acumens to keep those kindnesses fresh and applicable. I like the pattern of the poem's lineation:  the short lines followed by somewhat long lines---this gives me the impression (and perhaps I am weird) of the motion of a steam locomotive's siderods; and this is appropriate to the busy activity presented in the poem. Sure, the message presented by the poem is profound, metaphysical profound, but reading the poem is also good fun, really good fun.

Thank you kindly for your: Thank you kindly for your insights that tunnel deep and beautifully to the heart of my expression.   A wonderful gift from a great wordsmith! 

You have such an evocative: You have such an evocative style with words:  even a few of your words say more than most people's many words.  This is one of the aspects of your Poetic talent and skill.  In just a few lines, you set several processes in motion---like the multiple gears within the inner mechanism of a well-made (and uncomputerized) clock.  The excellence of your poems continues to impress me.

Beekeeping is quite: Beekeeping is quite fascinating. We never undertook it but I remember as a child being taken to the forest to go honey hunting from wild bee hives that have been built into tree hollows and such.

Yes, it is: Yes, it is It's very sad A life cut short What makes it bad Cannot be measured In tears alone Life must be treasured  Though it's unknown We struggle each and every day To find the meaning of this play We think of those we've left behind  And hope to attain peace of mind  

We deserve so much more than: We deserve so much more than the "menagerie", as you concluded with striking wordplay, in your wonderful poem of empowerment and self-worth. So many metaphorical delights spell "I'm finished!" until the very satisfying end when the speaker, with dramatic flair and wit, puts an end to the charade.   "Memory Birds" is packed with razor-sharp lines that certainly do not flit away on wings of mediocrity. As spoken-word poetry, this charming work plays hardball with the best of them.   Remarkable wordcrafting in both poems.   

I look forward to that: I look forward to that posting.  The homage and respect offered to our host, Poetry, is, in its courteous behavior, one more aspect of your greatness as a Poet.  Although we have not been long acquainted, I truly believe that you are one of Postpoems' great ones---one of the chosen few whose poems are, for your readers, a privilege of reading.