Status Updates From The Listeners, and Other Poems

Winter: accepting the risk of sounding redundant; picturesque, paints stroke by stroke a painting in ones mind, Three**
There Blooms no Bud in May: One*
Noon and Night Flower: One*
Estranged: need to reread
I seem to primarily enjoy poems about loneliness, times gone by and the forlorn, wistful feeling that comes with it and only secondarily those that solely focus on nature.

The Bells: peaceful, had to reread, Three*
Nod: picturesque, immersive, Four*
The Bindweed: similarly picturesque but neither as gripping nor as captivating, Two*

The Bells: Might need to reread, as of now Two*
Scarecrow: One*

None qualify as bad poetry; some merely strike harder and closer to home.
One*: minuscule to no personal resonance
Five*: Bullseye
The Three Cherry Trees: Two*
Old Susan: Four*
Old Ben: Five*
Miss Loo: Elusive, Three*
The Tailor: Closest to One*
Martha: Five**
The Sleeper: Five*
The Keys of Morning: Ambiguous, mysterious, ominous, Four*
Rachel: Five*
Alone: Four/Five**