Warm breeze: a long whisper
of the sun,
enters into autumn's morn;
caresses her,
awakens her,
inflames her shades.
Yellow leaves sip yellow light:
and quickly his whisper,
strengthens into her
blushing glades;
flickering brighter
flecks to autumn's delight,
(like honey her drone).
But plumes of cloud,
surge premature,
curtailing her euphoria.
And soon the furl of cover.
And he fades,
then evades.
So autumn bemoans,
typical!
Author notes
Saw the contest late and this idea grew itself into me. Took it seriously, and will have to do for now.
A contest entry
- Blow me away with "POEMS" by thepoetssoul.
4250 points, ended November 8, 2008, 23 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for this wonderful entry.
Its in exellent form, a breath of fresh air
thanks for the entry.
Best of wishes to you.
Tony
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It is shaded with sensuous images and reads very softly, I do like the sound of this and the color. C
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