The wind rasps through the trees,
as the sky breathes heavily,
in and out, in and out;
weary and depleted from the ravages,
the dying embers of summer’s heat,
drying life to a tanned counterfeit.
The moment between each breath,
can extend to an infinity,
for an eye that perceives beauty;
like a close-up, in slow motion,
of a single falling raindrop,
captured in the highest of definition.
The single drop falls not in solitude,
followed eagerly cascading,
by it’s sprightly brothers and sisters;
tickling, massaging, briefly refreshing,
outstretched arms of downcast trees,
fast approaching their winter slumber.
Overhead, grey curtains of cloud,
trundle relentless, like a never ending train,
serving as perfect juxtaposition;
to frame and enhance the richness,
of a world lavishly carpeted,
in glorious hues of bronze, ruby and gold.
Author notes
Option No.1F - Credit: flckr.com "fall"
http://img6.uploadhouse.com/fileuploads/2588/258881654f1ea14a794592b1caf4419e3656fe1.jpg
and
Option No.2A - Quote:
"The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August,
and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst
the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many."
~Oliver Wendell Holmes
A contest entry
- BIG Points; Lots Of Options-- All About AUTUMN* by perfectsunset.
1800 points, ended October 14, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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Wow; this was breath-taking.
So beautifully penned with passion
of Autumn-- loaded with imagery &
well-composed thoughts.
This was just a masterpiece.
Gorgeous write.. loved it.
Thanks for entering & best of luck
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Thanks. Was a nice prompt and Autumn I find is always so much easier and fun to write for.
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