The hillside is aflame with Aspen light,
in hues of amber swirls, an autumn sea.
The Master paints in colors, blazing bright,
a sweet refection of Divinity.
Against a canvas of the bluest sky,
beneath the clouds as white and pure as Grace,
a passion sweeps through time as summer dies
and winter hides in some forgotten place.
He whispers to us of the soul's Romance,
adorning His creation with delight,
and every heart who knows Him joins the dance
as Artistry and Majesty unite.
Like fire 'cross the Rockies, Aspen blaze.
The Master paints in colors that amaze.
m.a.king 10-19-2008
A contest entry
- Autumnal Heaven by heismysong.
850 points, ended November 5, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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OOOOOooooooo...
You know what I like!
Although, I am curious why you used an apostrophe in the second to last line- I think it would've been fine without it.
Very nice- thank you for entering!
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You are so good at relating natural imagery to divinity, and this sonnet is a fine example. I like the personification of "winter hides in some forgotten place". It is always a pleasure to read your work. Best wishes!
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Amazing poem. Such sweet flow to your words and brilliant in your painted images.
A treat to read.
John
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That's rather good! I like the last two lines, simple yet eloquent! Well written!
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Absolutely exceptional! A perfect sonnet and so well and so masterfully done! As Oliver said: "More, more, please!" I just loved it!
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Beautiful painting created by your words and talent.
What a wonderful and soft rhythm you put on each verse.
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Nicely woven verse...pretty and vivid imagery. Peace
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