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Autumn Sings.
Autumn sings with misted breath
calls her tune to colour there,
glistened blades of jewelled eye
behold the gifted season’s wealth.
Tangled tresses, mottled now,
twine within the summer’s bones.
Autumn sings with misted breath
calls her tune to colour there,
glistened blades of jewelled eye
behold the gifted season’s wealth.
Tangled tresses, mottled now,
twine within the summer’s bones.
"twine within the summer's bones."
Your use of metaphor is perfection, engaging, and spot on! Well written poem, lady, -yr poem pal ~s~
Hello poem pal :-) we haven’t
Hello poem pal :-) we haven’t spoken for ages, my fault as I haven’t written
much for a long while, super to hear from you. Sue x