F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.
I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.
L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.
for the Romantic Acrostic Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle
ALIEN -NOT- HUMAN
Alien life form--- ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self--- ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization------Scientist call it a phantoM
Earth remains alone--- ---Like a secret ninjA
NASA's top secret--- ---You are not humanN
BY:SKAT . BY;PD
Light searches softly for me down here in the loamy dark;
I offer my awakening self to the vast blue canvas of sky.
Leaves filter a soft sigh of air through trees
yielding their branches to the balmy, blossom-swirling breeze.
Open me gently to promises that still pulse in me, let me
feel the sweet green unfurling of hope and possibility.
Turquoise murmurings of water seep into my scented skin.
Hear me as my floral notes begin to sing of a happy return of spring;
efflorescing in sun-gold streams and trembling sunbeams.
Valleys sling their green hammocks between the hills
and pale fingers of light slide softly under my lucent skin.
Lucid memory will return again: how the sun's rays reached for me,
luminous upon my white fragrant frailty; how the vast expanse of blue
entranced me, as I awakened to ascend the ladder of light,
yearning for my perfumed release from the earth's cold clamp.
I t’s in an Autumn kiss I feel again
N ostalgic yearning for the yet-to-be.
A wakened, I’m released from the mundane.
N o other kiss inspires so magically
A s fall’s! I breathe her colors in and sigh. . . .
U nleashed, I soar with leaves, for it’s a thrill
T o taste the wind and dance into the sky.
U nclad and glad, I swirl with clouds until
M isgivings come to me. Then down I float.
N aive as always, I’ve been led by this
K iss, for now a melancholy note
I s drifting through a mist. Farewell to bliss.
S oon winter will embrace me though I know
S eduction comes less easily by snow.
An Acrostic in Sonnet form, Written Aug. 26, 2012
for Francine Roberts' Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest
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F lowering clusters amidst a green canopied tree,
R adiant sight , the exotic flowers golden - white.
A sweet scented fragrance, from petals dew drops drip,
N estled in emerald trees at their branch tips.
G od's showers in my flower garden,
I nnate beauty upon earthly paradise.
P icked by pretty maidens to adorn their hair,
A llures my heart to see the flowery affair.
N ature's blossoms in golden spring,
I mpression of jewels unfolding.
*another name for Frangipani is Plumeria,
Hula dancers of Hawaii wear them in their hair.
2nd place in the contest
For the Contest : "Flowers of Spring"
Sponsored by Carol Brown
Objurgatory crow lookout
Cawing to obdurate friends
Telling them to flee fall garden
Opossum grins by Persimmon
Because berries gone as are figs
Every animal has eaten fill
Ready now for winter's rest
Excitedly written for:
"Fall Is Around The Corner"
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
Click on:"About This Poem"
Days of autumn enter late September,
Yearly glory in hues to remember.
Naked limbs cling to mem’ries of summer
As cool longer nights lead to sweet slumber.
Mountain tops catch the first drifts of snow
Inviting cold winds to the valleys below.
Copious colors patch a quilt beneath trees
And nature again gifts a harvest to please.
Under horizons of soft orange skies
The gathering of pumpkins soon will arise.
Upon Halloween each carved funny face
Meets with delight as children thrill to place
New costumes on for ‘trick or treat’ fun.
© Connie Marcum Wong
For Francine Roberts's Acrostic Contest
Many are the Maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green
Now rest, now sleep Maples sweet
Gather your memories of Spring, Summer and Fall close and dream
February 3, 2012
“Life, Birds, Bees and Trees”
The beauty is nature in birds and the bees,
Hidden life within the hives and the trees,
Exact and complete, as nature doeth please.
Birds and bees are of life’s essence to please,
In most unique ways, nature take her ease,
Riding air currents, and nesting in trees,
Dawn of life’s freedoms still rustles in leaves,
Steadfast freedoms of God’s faith believes.
As we stand, in nature’s plan, in awe of bees,
Now of the bee’s honey how nature doeth please,
Dawn of life‘s freedom, still rustles in tree leaves.
The last shall become first, but shan’t be the least,
Hail! “All good in nature comes from the east,
Enjoy, don't destroy, our nature's beast!”
Bees and birds of nature, beauty and sweet honey,
Efficient to please, but man loves his money,
Employ not money, but Love life’s honey,
Sweet nature love makes honey, man makes money.
For Contest: The Birds and The Bees
In Honor of: Carol Brown
Reaching out early in a quest for sun
Impatient to reveal their lavender glory
Emanate golden mustaches on cheerful faces
Showing a sense of humor
*Entry for Carol's "Flowers of Spring" contest