Wild child Autumn

Wild child Autumn

A Poem by Frieda P
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bid adieu to summer's fire

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A twinkle in her eye,
   as autumn breezes whirl,
tumbling like popcorn nymphs twirling
    wild child frolics amidst colored skies,
              feels alive in falling rhymes
romps with playful butterflies
     zephyrs of golden ribbons lace the air
        crimson and tangerines hues,
crisp as a morning's dawning view
   cuddly sweater's warmth upon a hearth,
          dashed in a clash of a smile's sigh
bid a brisk adieu to sweet 
      summer's fiery summertide   

© 2014 Frieda P


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"The uploader has not made this video available in your country" Now I am intrigued by what music you chose for this highly appropriate poem. Sunday we were 77 F and sunny, Monday it was 32 F and we had 4 inches of snow. Totally skipped that "autumn breeze" thing.
Well written FP.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Wild Child by Enya...it was getting cool here at night, now it's back to muggy, gray, and hot. Than.. read more



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With Enya streaming through my consciousness, I found myself engaged by this - your "wild child autumn". How poetically perfect it was, how pulsating it read to my senses, to my heart that adores this time of season the most!

So lovely, Frieda!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Kelly, I'm thrilled you enjoyed this one!
This is a lovely, vibrant number. A much more positive view than I have of fall. Despite the fact that I love the weather of fall, it depresses me to no end.
btw, The video is not available in my country, or so the caption says.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Working out in that freezing cold would make me crazy....
Lyn Anderson

10 Years Ago

I don't even wear winter clothes most days. A hoodie and gloves. I get too hot, with all that runnin.. read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I knew you were crazy. ;)

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