She works conscientiously; with prudence,
And grace.
As audacious as her sisters,
Spring and Summer.
Never lackadaisical,
Or slovenly, like Winter.
And grace.
As audacious as her sisters,
Spring and Summer.
Never lackadaisical,
Or slovenly, like Winter.
Summer,
Is always rankled by her
Pilfering of the bright green pigment
Of the leaves.
When she is done,
There is no trace left of Summer.
And the leaves are left
In tones of
Red, orange, and yellow.
Accompanied by a quiet,
And serene breeze.
When the leaves
Fall off the branches,
And litter the ground in great profusion,
She receives the inkling that it is time for
Winter’s icy winds to claim the land,
And confiscate all her beautiful tones,
Exchanging them for white
And gray.
Is always rankled by her
Pilfering of the bright green pigment
Of the leaves.
When she is done,
There is no trace left of Summer.
And the leaves are left
In tones of
Red, orange, and yellow.
Accompanied by a quiet,
And serene breeze.
When the leaves
Fall off the branches,
And litter the ground in great profusion,
She receives the inkling that it is time for
Winter’s icy winds to claim the land,
And confiscate all her beautiful tones,
Exchanging them for white
And gray.
Awesome is one of the few words that can be used to describe this poem.
ReplyDeleteWOW!! that was fantastic!it was so profound and i liked how you would refer to autumn as she... good use of the vocabulary! good job! :P
ReplyDeletegood poem very descriptive
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