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Lass of Autumn
Quiet sound,
Of a lass,
As she walked,
Down,
Autumn's frequent path.
Carrying,
The horn of plenty,
Full of fruits,
And vegetables,
In her delicate hands.
Flowers adorned,
Her auburn hair,
Leaves of Autumn,
Fell from her dress,
She wears.
Squirrels,
Of red and black,
Birds in flight,
Guided the Lass,
Down this path of Fall's delight.
Every household,
Wherever they maybe,
The Lass of Autumn,
Placed fruits and vegetables,
On every rock, land, and tree.
The perfumed,
Smell of Autumn,
As she strolled by,
This Lass called Autumn,
Quietly sighs.
Making the way,
For Winter's bliss,
This Lass called Autumn,
Gives one last,
Wish.
To come back,
Next year,
After her brothers
And sister,
Have all disappeared.
As she starts,
To disappear,
This Lass called Autumn,
Letting her brother Winter,
In for another year.
Comments
Arrow
Tue, 2021-03-09 08:05
Charming
The imagery is vivid and characterizing fall as a time of richness is a refreshing change from seeing it as a harbinger of death. Even winter (my favorite season!) is characterized positively! The language is descriptive and natural and accessible. I think you might find someone of similar mind in Scribbler. I would suggest combining the lines for a smoother read. With the lines so short, I feel like I am having a halting, jerky sort of walk. Welcome to the site.
Obadiah Grey
Tue, 2021-03-09 12:14
Hiya, Walt. Oh, I do hope you
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Obadiah Grey
Tue, 2021-03-09 12:15
Tell ya what, I'll delete the
Tell ya what, I'll delete the fucker and bugger off.
lovedly
Tue, 2021-03-09 12:38
Lass called Autumn,
subject of many of my poems did you not yet read
Lass called Autumn, she is beautiful