Crisp, pure breaths of air,
The smell of burning piles of leaves,
Homemade apple cider sipped by a bonfire,
These are the things that I will miss the most.
An array of bright, colorful hues that the dance upon the trees,
A perfect closing to mark the hibernation of growth.
A beautiful prelude to hibernation makes for a splendid entrance into new growth.
A contest entry
- Autumn Dew Memories ~ PIF quickie by Namita.
300 points, ended September 7, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love fall and since I tolerate the rest of the seasons, I am excited to have it come around again! This was very vivid and made me yearn for the days to come! Very well-written!
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Great job. Thanxx for entering and best of luck in the contest with this very fine entry,
Luv,
Candy
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