Summer lingers, withers, dies
Replaced by autumn as leaves color and fly
Blue skies fade to ebony and grey
Their cold rains fall upon golden hay
Black forms flutter, great wheels in the sky
The crows they echo autumn’s cry
Yellow fields reap Indian corn
While brittle stalks bend low to mourn
Trees shed their leaves, they shiver and sway
They’ll be nearly bare at the end of the day
Pale sun sinks lower in the sky
As crickets echo autumn’s cry
The dry, crisp corn stalks are bundled in
And in the field, a patch of orange pumpkins
The apples ripe red upon the trees
There is a bite to autumn’s breeze
Black V’s slash across the sky
The geese they echo autumn’s cry
Now daytime fades with pale golden light
And in the hayfields the crows nest for the night
On the frost on the grass the last rays shine
The crows sing that the harvest, “Is mine, is mine.”
A harvest moon rises up high in the sky
The bats in the shadows echo autumn’s cry
Autumn lingers, withers, dies
Replaced by winter as leaves turn brown and dry
Grey skies fade to ebony and white
Their cold snows blanket the fields in one night
And there in a cornfield the old scarecrow sighs
He is the last to echo autumn’s cry
Author notes
As if you couldn't tell from the title, I used the prompt "Autumn Cry."
A contest entry
- Heaps of prompts! by Lady Michaella.
500 points, ended January 13, 26 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Easy quickie ♥ by Kathraina.
965 points, ended January 4, 26 entries
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Masterfully done! I love this piece! BRAVO!!! So well done, the flow is amazing and the rhyme superb. The imagery is fantastic, the words came to life! Amazing piece. Good luck in the contest!
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i really love this. imagery was excellent. i really do think, that with more practice, you will become an astonishing writer. this poem is amazing and beautiful, and completely suited to the prompt.
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vivid imagery. It reminds me of upstate New York near Buffalo. But here in Florda the leaves never turn, bummer. The nostalgia raised is profound
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Thank you!!! Actually, I grew up in northern-lower Michigan and I was basing it more on the seasons there; here in Alaska, the leaves only turn yellow, you don't get the bright oranges and reds, and certainly we don't have the orchards! I guess Michigan and New York are probably pretty similar. Thanks for the input.
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