Thank you to Google Images for the lovely image of a loon.
Autumn is always alluring Blossoms burgeoning and blessed Covering comely coulees Dreading the deepest drifts. Everywhere early enchantment Frosting on fernery frail Giving a gossamer glory Hardly the harshness of hail. Int'resting etchings enticing Joyously jived back in June Keeping the kiting kids carefree Loving the lingering loon. Many a mem'ry in making Never a nebulous naive Orchestrated opening to Autumn P'rading like prisms ablaze. Quaintly the quail are quibbling Rustling the russet rushes Sensing the seasonal shoreline Tightening its terrible trusses. Under umbrageous autumn Venison visions unveil Whispers of wintery wildness eXposure to ice in the dale. Yennings for yonder bright Yuletide Zeal for the zennithing year... Soon rosy cheeks will appear.
So what do you think of this poem? I suppose it sounds pretty rustic. It was for a FanStory contest and the requirement was 27 lines each starting with a letter of the alphabet. Critique welcome.
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Thoughts on Early Autumn
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