AutumnWhen the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
~Charlotte L. Riser~
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
~Charlotte L. Riser~
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2 comments:
A beautiful poem and picture.
Do you write poetry? I've tried a couple of times but when there is something in me bursting to get out rather than a contemplated attempt...
Thanks, Jasmine. I have written poetry in the past - usually free form, not rhyme.
When you need to write, write what comes naturally. It's getting the feeling out and expressed that matters most - it will find its own form.
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