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.
A mong the ash, the beech, the birch they fall,
U nder the boles of white, beige and gray,
T hickening piles, a golden cabal;
U nvarnished leaves all in disarray.
M audlin, they lack the rouge kissed spark of red
N earby, oaks brown, await the children's tread.
* an acrostic done as an English Sestet
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
Kashmir is the heaven as they say
And from years i have been watching deaths at the bay.
Some come with metals,some burn the petals
Here you are safer only if you stay dumb
My words are not enough to bring up the sun as,
I have been living like in hell
Rest in peace -- and i believe one-day they ALL will FELL.--.
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
As cooler air replaces summer's heat,
Unbridled joy bursts forth so sweet.
Truly autumn is a wondrous time of year,
Ushering in cool breezes and warm cheer.
Metamorphosis turns green leaves to red and gold,
Nature's lush palette unveiled for all to behold.
Dancing leaves twirl hither and thither to the ground,
Enchanting us with their waltzes as they go round.
Little children form them into piles, then jump in.
Innocent, carefree fun reminds us when,
Growing up we once played the same as they,
Helter skelter, tossing, crunching leaves all day.
Truly autumn is my favorite season of them all.
Entered in Andrea's "Fave" contest
Springing and bounding like a lamb
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.
Shimmering heat waves swim and rise,
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?”
Remembering winter--bring it again.
Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons,
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.
White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.
All too soon the colorful spectacular disappears.
Under the soggy leaves, lies the dormant grass.
Too soon the blue skies have turned to grey.
United is the wind with cold.
Memories of summer slowly fade away.
Now we will wait for the snow.
A pples, red and ripened, lie scattered all around
U nder trees where orange leaves are brightening the ground.
T reats meant for my children somehow end up in my mouth!
U p in skies so beautiful the birds are headed south.
M emories of new Thanksgivings have yet to unfold.
N ostalgia - though - turns bitter sweet as I’m growing old.
For the Seasons Acrostic Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
O pening up my front door this morning,
C ould not believe what I saw there.
T he aroma of wood smoke was in the air.
O vernight the entire world had changed,
B ountiful beauty as far as the eye could see.
E very leaved limb shivered in the cool air.
R eminding me of all my autumns gone by.
Written for Andrea Dietrich's contest
"Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven-Acrostics Challenge #3"
Halloween night of events
Alot of trick or treating
Lots of candy for eating
Love when they come to the door
Opening bags wanting more
Witches, pumpkins or a ghost
Each comparing who got most
Even the parents take part
Not admit their young at heart
Everything Halloween contest
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Autumn arrives and trees are brown
Up comes the wind, leaves tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
Upon the ground they formed a tapestry of colors
Merrily furling and swirling as the wind comes puffing by
No seasons has such beauty as this autumnal face.
September 30, 2014:
Sixth Place win
Seasonal Acrostic by Charlotte Puddifet
Before we were ready
Last days of summer came.
October blew in
With an abundance of rain.
Biting cold wind
Instead of warm sun
Told us Autumn was here,
Too soon it's begun.
Early mornings, now dark,
Remind us winter is nigh.
Wind blows and blows
In the grey clouded sky.
November is next, blustery and bold.
December will follow, bitter and cold.
Awesome picturesque from a distance
Up and down colors so brightly seen in a glance
Thanks God for these breathtaking gifts
Underneath the piles of colorful trees
Majestically lies a carpet-like looks so lovely
Nothing compares the feelings I have in me
Dashingly walk in a beautiful day today
Always grateful for this autumn beauty
You and me will surely be happy
SEPTEMBER 16, 2012
Autumn colors of gold and orange
Uninhibited by the emerald charms
Touching hearts with amazing ease
Uniting minds who long to please
Miracles floating through the sky
Nurturing feelings that simply pass by
October 1, 2014
Seasonal Acrostics - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
S ilent fallen leaf is nothing more than
E nding summer’s waving good bye
P urple, yellow, russet and brown leaves
T umbling down and swept in a heap
E xhausted trees are ready to sleep on
M ulticolored, rich and rare carpet lay
B lowing soft wind singing the carols
E ven the spring beauty has no such grace as
R esting one autumnal face I have seen.
August 31, 2014
Fourth Place win
Saying goodbye to summer's
Unrelenting heat brings joy.
Munchkins return to the classroom and
Moms now have a moment's peace.
Eagerly I await autumn's flora and
Relish the delightful coolness of the weather as
Summer relinquishes her throne.
Enjoy the dregs of summer,
Now that the days grow shorter, but
Don't be sad - she'll return next year.
For Francine Roberts "Summer's End" contest
Amplitude of seasoning--spicy colors, zesty scents,
Unbridled passion conceals a crumbling heart;
Twilight violins in tumult bow strident cacophony,
Unmasking the harvest madness in the corn.
Maternal? Never! So unlike her sister Spring,
Nonconforming Bohemian is all Autumn plans to be.
September 29, 2014
All had sown our talents,
Under the scorched sun of season past;
Today we dwell in harvest abundance,
Unto the autumn be the glory,
Mounts of reward,season of yield;
Now we are truly the kings.
Listen to the wind inviting
Each leaf on the tree to dance
And spin, as though in a
Vortex, or to drift alone,
Enjoying its freedom, and then to
Sleep with its siblings on the ground.
4th September, for Francine’s Autumn Acrostic contest
At last! Autumn leaves fall, scatter and rest
Under a crystal sky close enough to
Touch; adorned like a jewelled crown, my bequest,
Undenied beauty from mantle of blue.
Morning's golden showers charm and ensue.
Naked trees weep for vitality lost.
Meandering leaves are boldly embossed
Over hills and vales in brilliant designs.
Rising with the dawn, leaves fall 'til first frost.
Nature's display of rich colors entwine.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 29, 2012
*an acrostic written in the dizain form
October ochre sage writhes betwixt winter’s loom and the summers gone astray
Chartreuse spilling out of season’s way to darker afternoons bewitched by greys
Tainted tinge of hints upon newly painted trees and then plumes are plucked and fade away
Ocarina songs of birds once heard in winds becomes ossia as only silence plays
Brood does the bitter frost to traverse across the earth to lay
Evening into stronger shadow, where the lunar clutches hallow skies to longer stay
Reigns the fall in crowns of pumpkins and Indian corn, until the snowflake flood rains upon autumn parades
Autumn fair, I envision you shaded in nutmeg and golden maize;
Under cerulean October sky, swirling wonders hold my gaze.
Terracotta soothes and sienna burns, I stroll bark and bramble spellbound;
Until the tree limbs cradle me close, winds wait in whispers without a sound.
Majestic moments capture my heart, memories dance then fall with grace.
Never shall your splendor pass; autumn fair I'll never forget your face.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 20, 2012
for Autumn Fall Colors Contest (Russell Sivey)
Hanging on tightly over bumps along the way
Around the barn and through the fields we sway
Young ones chatter, laugh and play
Rusty red, the autumn hills are grand
Inspire words to write about the land
Delightful afternoon , my heart sings
Enjoying the warmth that autumn brings
As the autumn leaves fall
Under trees no longer green
The wind places them in a collage.
Upon the lawn, a mural seen.
Moving softly on the wind,
Neatly floating to the ground
Leaves in coloured layers lie
Everywhere, beneath and around.
As the autumn leaves fall,
Vibrantly coloured in red and gold,
Entirely covering the ground that was
Such a few days ago, green and bold.
Falling leaves on the wind
Arriving at our feet to lie,
Lift our spirits up and yet
Lay them low again that summer's gone by.
* an example ( though a poor one) for my current contest
Astounding color palette fashions fragrant Fall scene
Umbrella potpourri and confetti silhouettes
Translucent leaves lie golden carpeting Season's theme
Unique designs of rainbow hues as sleeping marionettes
Marmalade branches grace heavenly heights array
Neath yellow Moon and golden Sun display.
Adornments of Autumn woven in palatial tapestry
Drifting leaves gliding on a silky velvet breeze
Ornate oasis painted by God's great majesty
Reflecting aromas of chilly air crisping through bare trees
Nuturing cool changes as shorter days embark
Mesmerized by thoughts of happy holidays
Eloquent visuals cascade as beauty invades the dark
Nurtured by the Fall feeling of gracious ways
Transcendieng throughout Autumn with adornments ablaze.
*For Francine Robert's Autumn Acrostic Contest.
*August 28, 2012
Audacious Autumn rushes in,
Making her way on Summer's heels.
Bringing along big pots of paints,
Instantly Summer's thunder steals.
Vivid hues and ripening fruits,
Are some of the gifts she brings to all.
Lavishly bestowing them on
Each of us as we worship Fall.
Nodding with glee, she mixes blends,
Turning the greens to shades of brown.
As summer fades we wave goodbye
Utterly charmed by Autumn the clown.
Tenth month October takes his turn,
Unlike ninth month, aloof and cool.
Mist, rain and wind are her late gifts,
Naughty Autumn plays game of fool
Written August 27, 2012
A cold wind rattles my window
Under blankets I snuggle warm
The beautiful flowers sadly will bloom no more
Until the cold weather has gone
Merry still the birds that sing and dance
Now the trees lay down their emerald gowns
Silent flocks of birds fly away
Summer delight is over
On the ground the brittle leaves all lay
Nothing is green for it has turned to gold
Glittering, swirling, twirling in an Autumn dance
Around the fireplace at night we gather
Nights long with the sighing wind
Down the sun early
Dance the tumbling, trembling leaves
And the forest is crimson and golden
Naughty bandit squirrels steal things strange
Come dance the forest path with me
Everything is beautiful and changing magically
Written August 27, 2012
For the contest, Autumn Acrostic
Sponsored by Francine Roberts