Below is the poem entitled AN ODE FOR AUTUMN WIND which was written by poet
MacMillan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Oh, autumn skies are like gallery walls
Dressed in art that is ever-changing
Etched by charcoal clouds as whittled rain falls
Frost nips; chickadees start rearranging
Over the roofs v’s of geese chase the wind
Robins migrate, cold is so estranging
A hot air balloon drifts, its colours tind*
Upped by high flames and their scarlet hiss
Tamed by a mist that morning will rescind
Urged on by dreamers for summer they miss
Magic this moment, perfect and peaceful
Not to be outdone, my tot blows it a kiss
When at last she sleeps, the veiled moon lulls
I stand by the window, sip my spiced wine
Night frames chimney smoke like all that I mull ...
Days that float on air with gifts so divine
By Cyndi MacMillan, Oct 26, 2012
For Russell Sivey's Up in the Autumn Air Contest
A Terza Rima Acrostic Ode? Oh, why not!
*to tind means to kindle, to ignite (old English)