
The days
Ramble on
Speaking
Nothing
Diverse
Until a
Goldfinch
Visits
Bringing
Color
And a
Glimpse
Of joy
Suddenly
The days
Become
Alive
With hope
Speaking
New life
Will soon
Arrive
Syllabic Verse

The days
Ramble on
Speaking
Nothing
Diverse
Until a
Goldfinch
Visits
Bringing
Color
And a
Glimpse
Of joy
Suddenly
The days
Become
Alive
With hope
Speaking
New life
Will soon
Arrive
Syllabic Verse

Once again
Autumn visits us
Abounding
In color
Leaves fall at her entrance
Blushing from her touch
Shadorma
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. —Albert Camus

Autumn arrives overnight
Unzipping her bag of colors
Trees brace for her creative touch
Unfazed, she sets to work painting
Masterpieces, that bow and fall
Neath her feet to create carpets of color
Acrostic

Autumn arrived yesterday all aglow
Dressed in red, orange, brown and yellow
A pallet of color she held in her hand
and she used it to change the scape of my land.
A bounty of fruit she left in her wake
the abundance of which I could freely take
Color so vibrant brought my senses alive
Autumn! I am so glad you chose to arrive!
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-23-13