Golden fingertips blossom and weave a
Magic spell that clings to Autumn branches
And pays little hindrance to Winter's
Frosty solitude: no ice nor snow can
Loosen heartfelt memories that clasp to
Weathered roots and burn the sky with yellow.
And this is how I picture you: you are
My Autumn: may the seasons never change.
In a list
A contest entry
- How's the Weather? by Judith Chandler.
625 points, ended June 29, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Short poems about the Autumn Season by The Fun House.
950 points, ended November 2, 2008, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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How lovely and enchanting this is. I found myself strolling along with a smile upon my face as I read this. Wonderful
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Expressed in an original way, i.e. "memories that clasp to weather roots" and "you are my Autumn".
Thank you for entering my contest.
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