Autumn, the amber winged fairy
drifts through groves in copper lace
her breath a spice of cider mist
her fingers painting leaves with grace
.°❀⋆🍂.ೃ࿔🍂*:･🍂°❀⋆°.
She hums in winds that stir the trees
and scatters acorns where she treads
her laughter rustles through the breeze
and tangles gold in spider threads
.°❀⋆🍂.ೃ࿔🍂*:･🍂°❀⋆°.
She twirls in twilight’s amber hush
with cheeks aglow from apple wine
her gown a patchwork quilt of dusk
Upon her head, a crown of pine
.°❀⋆🍂.ೃ࿔🍂*:･🍂°❀⋆°.
But whispers stir beyond the vale
a hush that chills the marrow deep
When silence tiptoes on the grass
The days of Autumn prepare for sleep
.-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-.
For Winter, pale and silver eyed
emerges from her frozen seam
her voice a hush of crystal bells
her breath a trail of frozen steam
.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆❄️ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄️.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
She wears a cloak of icy lace
Snowflakes fall softly at her feet
each step a hush, a frigid kiss
where Autumn’s warmth and Winter meet
.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆❄️ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄️.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
The first frost drapes
a silent veil upon the ground
a shimmer stitched by Winter’s hand
that seals in Fall without a sound
.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆❄️ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄️.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
Autumn sighs, her dance grows slow
her colors dim, her laughter spent
She curtsies low to Winter’s reign
then slips beneath the frost’s lament
˖⋆.𖥔❄️ ݁ ˖⋆❄ ˚❆.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆𖥔.❄.❄️𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆.
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Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Comments (4)
So beautifully-written & enchanting! 💪🏾🎉
This is absolutely stunning. The challenge with a rhyming poem is that the rhymes can sometimes limit the power and beauty of the work. That just doesn't happen here and the rhymes do what they're supposed to do in a poem: they amplify the beauty and majesty of the words. Your words, on their own, are beautiful and majestic. The lovely flow and the rhymes create something really special. Absolutely can't get enough of "...her breath a spice of cider mist..."When silence tiptoes on the grass." I could just quote the whole thing. I've read it over and over. Really a captivating poem.
This is awesome. Every line is beautiful, even your title is awesome. If this is for the first frost challenge I hope the judges love it too! Really did a great job of personifying the seasons and their magical beauty
How beautiful is this. The words are so touching and perfect. When silence tiptoes on the grass The days of Autumn prepare for sleep. Sad yet seasons come and go your words are like a painting ✍️🏆📕♦️♦️♦️