Emile Pinet Poet Rhyme

An Autumn Sun

November's cold wind fuels December's freeze,
although the sun is still beaming golden rays.
On a canvas of leaves, Jack Frost tints the trees,
as longer nights encroach upon shorter days.
November dips its brush in a golden sun,
gilding green canopies before it is done.
And Autumn leaves are a visual delight;
a splash of color, preceding Winter's white.

Chilly mornings whisper secrets to the grass,
while frost glitters like shards of glittering glass.
Fleeting hours of warming sunlight swiftly pass,
beneath a sky of azure and fading brass.
Nature's winds laden with snow and freezing rain,
shun the sun, welcoming Winter's bitter reign.
Yet, topaz beams struggle through the cloudy grey,
to light the world before Day is chased away.

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Curtis Moorman October 31, 2019 at 7:08 AM Emile, such a vivid description of the sweet month of October. To me, October is transitional in that it ends the Summer months and heralds the Winter months yet to come. This great write from you is the epitome of what I see in the month of October. Thanks for sharing that 'beauty' in words. Emile Pinet October 31, 2019 at 8:18 AM Thanks so much Curtis, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.