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Sighs of Autumn Tulip bulbs lie hushed, expecting a nap in its loamy quilt, till roused by spring showers. My spade was poised to slice the soil when I heard it…the susurrant sounds of Autumn. Ghost like cordovan leaves rustled and scampered across the brick path. Loose clouds slipped down from a melancholy sky and shrouded trees with a gossamer cloak. A sudden Chinook shook tangled boughs, murmured a dreary melody. Startled grackles cried an ominous shriek and sailed skyward. The golden sun paled, cloud parasols dimmed. Trees and grasses groaned aghast with threats of Autumn. Kneeling in my splendid arbor, savoring the pomp around me, I plunged my spade into fertile marl. Even death of Summer brings enchantment to Autumn sighs. |
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A very old poem!!
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rene L Bennett On Date: 2007-12-06 22:17:29
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
Maybe an old poem but it's beauty is freshing to this reader. You capture autumn with your word of imagery which made me feel as though I was there seeing this with you. Thank you.
Rene'