For Joseph May's 'Rhymes in Nine 2' Poetry Contest
Picture #4
#4 Mellow is our hound found lying on our deck by the lake. A blaze of glorious yellow and orange meets my gaze. Those radiant trees reflected in the water make my poor heart ache. Old memories seize me as I look out at those trees. Oh, all those days I recall of autumn’s fleeting gold phase! Gone are our times like happy rhymes drifting away with a breeze. There near the dog of my lost love is my darling’s wicker chair. Where are those arms that cradled me as we watched the day's last rays? I play the guitar that he cradled as well. Grey is this fate I must bear.
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