Just like capricious autumn
I am cursed and blessed
With an ever changing nature
That will not give me rest
Some days are tranquil – calm
Others untamed; stormy; wild
By my enchanting fickle nature
You may find yourself beguiled
With fiery leaves; on sultry nights
Passion dresses lust in lace
Till I’m adorned in glorious colors
Caressed by lingering warmth’s embrace
Ice storms sweep across my soul
Sorrows woven thru golden hair
Frost thawing drips from foliage - weeping
As ceaseless winds, strip essence bare
Vacillating ‘tween heat and chill
Fall’s breeze inspires a feral dance
And knowing not; what morning brings
With each rebellious waltz I take a chance
As littered dreams lay rustling
Vital memories, scattered at my feet
I don’t regret life’s ups and downs
The season of my spirit is complete
Patricia Gibson-Little
Author notes
Written September 3rd, 2002
In a list
A contest entry
- Write me a descriptive poem comparing yourself to a season of choice. Put some thought into each det by Ava Noire.
100 points, ended September 24, 2002, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you. This is not what I consider to be one of my better poems (it needs a little work when but I'm not sure what I want to do with it.) however I like that discribes a very important part of who I am. I just feel that it's not clear enough to the reader. But then not every poem I write is meant for others. Patti
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Obviously you did put some thought into this poem. Very well done - I like autumn too.
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WoW. That is wonderful. Great discription.:)
Ais.
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