Lady Autumn
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Inspired by the Fall.
Lady Autumn lies - discarded now.
Left alone - her stick- like bones
are lying under trees where they have blown.
Fiery colors of her verdant dresses lie in brown
heaped on icy, frosted ground.
Sparkling gossamer that held her hair in leafy wreathes
unraveled by the bitter winds- almost as if saying
she can never dance again.
But promises of spring, in tight buds, appear on dried twigs,
blowing winds whisper secrets of summer’s emerald green
stirring within a stone-cold kingdom's dormant majesty.
As Winter makes his stormy presence near,
her blithe light finally overcome-
she looks to fading crimson skies
And feels her spirit rise.
Suzanne Delaney
~1st Place~
Contest: Standard Contest No. 120
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/02/2018
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016
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