Along chilly winds dance yellows
and apples smothering the morn,
we snuggle by burning leaves
into nights autumn's moon,
our lips a bit chaff
ready to sip chocolaty mist
in hours shortened to rest,
lakes chill fallen colors
to sparkle eye's sensation,
evermore, with dreaming nature.
Author notes
1. Autumn's windswept song
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended October 3, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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The background is a bit distracting...
But I love how you captured the chilly, yet sweet sense of autumn
Best of luck!
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ty you I was wondering about the background ....I changed it ...thanks again,Katie
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Much better!
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