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 flames of summer’s infatuations wane, a new love,
Unheralded yet undaunted, arrives,
Transforming and maturing until, like trees windblown, though
Unclothed and trembling at winter’s onset, remains
Moored in a strength of devotion which does
Not burn out like summer’s lust.
Love in autumn, mellowed,
Overspreads. . . and though the deepened russet and
Vermilion hues of fall eventually are touched by frost, its
Essence will ever endure.
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
A utumn is a woman. Bedecked in gold and crimson, hair
U pswept, serene, she warmly glistens till capriciously shaking her
T resses loose and imbibing northern winds, she begins to
U ndulate, and underneath a streaked
M agenta twilight sky, this loveliest of
N ymphs then beckons you. . .
R hapsodies of memories not played since long
A go rise up in you. Old
P assions never quite forgotten swell your breast. Surrendered
T o, she can unleash in you. . . feelings yet
U ntapped. But all too soon, her
R hythm, tenuous, recedes, and all who have ever been
E nraptured, must face the old man Winter’s cold embrace.
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"
As the sun begins to fade
Under the gradual onset of winter,
Tapestries of rich colour are
Unveiled as the
Metamorphosis of Mother
Nature begins once more.
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
Alluring Fall dew upon spider silk,
Unerringly takes me back to my youth.
To a time of those magical days,
Uncanny, how the heart follows suit,
Melting away the years with each beat.
Nostalgic images of playing in leaves,
Melds with the draw of freshly baked goods, while
Earthly scents, sweetly perfume the crisp breeze.
Mom and Grandma, the house they'd transform, with
Ornamental gourds in willow baskets,
Red maple leaves nestled in with pine cones,
Intricately quilted, down filled blankets.
Every Autumn, I take that long stroll,
Steeped in memories formed deep in my soul.
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.
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
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
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
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
Autumn is awesome in early fall with colors covering over all.
Utterly confused by weather changing, the leaf colors always rearranging.
This day warm, the next one cold, the wind is mild or else it's bold.
Until Autumn gets too close to Winter and very soon Jack Frost will enter.
Most of its days grow frigid then, the bear is nestled in her den.
Now Autumn packs her vivid hues, leaving only white for Winter's use.
Written Sept. 29 for contest.
A pageant of seasonal beauty,
unfurls amidst breath taking tree tops.
Teal leaves morph into umber and gold,
utilizing a painters pallet.
Muse to the most prestigious artists,
nature has inspired masterpieces.
Color plays out like a rhapsody,
of subtle notes in a melody.
Lacquered patches of green leaves gather
onto branches of pines and cedar,
rendering colorful mosaics, as
scarlet and tangerine commingle.
A celebration of bright pigments,
reveling before the landscape is
effectively stripped of its cover.
Apricot and orange interlace,
magnifying in intensity.
And groves of birchbark trees resemble
zebras or skeletons exposed as
iridescent canopies ripple.
Nothing short of spring can rival the
glorious spectacle of autumn.
( A first letter acrostic poem spelling “Autumn Colors Are Amazing” )
Spring Summer Autumn Winter Acrostic Poetry.
Seeking political office is getting hard,
Party politics needs more vigor in this regard:
Republicans must try more to deliver their views
In order to organize the people, without any excuse;
Nowadays, Democrats are getting stronger, after
Gaining control of the White House and the Senate altogether.
Some people think, and it's a true fact, that
Unless Republicans try to review their policy tact,
Many of their seats will be lost in congress,
Mainly some seats in the Senate, also some of the seats they control
Especially in the House: they will have to review and
Revise their conservative norms, regarding Immigration Reforms.
America needs a strong leader
Under the present day economic conditions
To lower the country's debt of over 14 trillions dollars:
Until and unless we try to cut down spending and
Most of us try to reduce excessive wastes,
No amount of effort will save the country from disaster.
We the people think that
In this country it was
Never the right thing,
To increase excessive spending,
Even if we could afford to spend it.
Responsibility lies in all of us to reduce the nation's debt.
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
Arrhythmic currents flow through trunk
Undulating frothy waves crest bough
Trickling nutrients in warm cavity bunk
Unsatiated leaves wipe sappy brow
Melange of colors sugary tears endow
Nascent blades a new surface do plow