Thank you to Google Images for the lovely image of a loon.
Autumn is always alluring
Blossoms burgeoning and blessed
Covering comely coulees
Dreading the deepest drifts.
Everywhere early enchantment
Frosting on fernery frail
Giving a gossamer glory
Hardly the harshness of hail.
Int'resting etchings enticing
Joyously jived back in June
Keeping the kiting kids carefree
Loving the lingering loon.
Many a mem'ry in making
Never a nebulous naive
Orchestrated opening to Autumn
P'rading like prisms ablaze.
Quaintly the quail are quibbling
Rustling the russet rushes
Sensing the seasonal shoreline
Tightening its terrible trusses.
Under umbrageous autumn
Venison visions unveil
Whispers of wintery wildness
eXposure to ice in the dale.
Yennings for yonder bright Yuletide
Zeal for the zennithing year...
Soon rosy cheeks will appear.
So what do you think of this poem? I suppose it sounds pretty rustic. It was for a FanStory contest and the requirement was 27 lines each starting with a letter of the alphabet. Critique welcome.
Such a poem is not easy to compose. This is a lovely rendition of autumn's approaching. I think it will come early here since the summer (and the spring) have been hot and dry. Thank you for sharing, Marilyn. Love and peace to you,
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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