Fall has come, I see roses withered with timely settled of fluttering birds. The golden colors of fallen leaves, upon the grounds and upon the eaves.
Roses Withered By: Adam M. Snow
Fall has come, I see roses withered with timely settled of fluttering birds. The golden colors of fallen leaves, upon the grounds and upon the eaves.
With whistling winds a joyous tune, an eerie light from an Autumn's moon. And underfoot fresh acorns fallen, with the scent of Summer's last final pollen.
Masks wearing children, running door to door carrying bags of sweets hoping for more. The echo chirps of the southbound geese the sight of that flight, wish it not ceased.
I think of the crisp, clean air and laughter's from an Autumn's fair. A feast prepared for a family's gathered around the table and around a smoked bird.
The smell of smoldering leaves and the first snowflake upon the eaves. The mixed golden shades within the trees; the season has come, I lay with the stars at ease.
I like it, the flow is easy to follow. I also like the descriptive nature of the piece and you have the skill to convey images into the minds on the readers. Good job!
One of my favourite themes to write and read about is the changing of the seasons and the sense of rebirth that comes with the arrival of each new one...a wonderful portrayal of that state of mind in this poem^^
I love the fall, and I can see that you do as well. Your use of metaphors and vivid imagery really paint a beautiful picture within your audiences imagination. The couplet rhyme scheme also helps give your poem a melodic sound. Great job,Adam.
I'm not in the hurry for Fall. It mean Winter is coming soon. I did like the description of the cooler weather and the events of the season. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote
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