Amid the heady aroma of campfires and damp fallen leaves
Underneath a canopy juxtaposed with fiery reds and brilliant golds
Taken by cool breezes which stroke our hair and kiss our cheeks
Undoubtedly flirting with us before we’re chased indoors by the bitter cold
Moments like these seem to pass as quickly as they come
Never lingering long enough to become unwelcome
© October 2, 2014
Summer awakens, from an afternoon dream,
uncurling with flair, and scheming with charms.
Makes up her bed with the sand in her hair,
merrily shaking a red gingham spread,
extracting a hotdog, and tossing the bread,
raising her eyes, as a seagull is fed
For Charlotte's Contest: Seasonal Acrostic
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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"
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
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
Overhead, skeins of geese begin their annual flight.
Colorful robes of foliage adorn the trees for our delight.
Towering mountains wear crowns of glistening snow.
Over earth the harvest moon casts it's mellow glow.
Babbling brooks will soon be covered with shimmering ice.
Enterprising squirrels gather their winter's fare to suffice.
Radiant sunsets are painted by the Master Artist that are so nice!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Carol Brown's "FALL IS AROUND THE CORNER" Contest - Sep 2011
We are known for our football, bratwurst, and beer,
Iridescent blue lakes with fresh waters, crystal clear,
Summer's sun blazes hot enough to make skin burn,
Cheese producing dairy farms are around every turn,
Our bright autumn leaves change their colors with ease,
Near spring, the scent of lilac floats upon the breeze,
Snowy winters, with temperatures below zero degrees,
In our green forests, raccoons and deer have a home,
Near the roadside, wildflowers grow wherever you roam.
Harley-Davidson was born, where the eagles fly free,
Wisconsin is as close to heaven, as home can be.
Kim Merryman's contest - "Tell Me About Where You're From"
Wind and frost have come to bite our noses while
Images of glistening snow sparkle in the moonlight.
Nights in this valley have brought us a taste of heaven,
Tranquil scenes we see while taking our evening stroll.
Everyone in their houses getting ready for evening in silence,
Reaching home we cuddle drinking cocoa by the fireplace enjoying winter.
Judy Konos: The Lazy Contest
These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.
Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.
Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.
Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.
Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.
Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.