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The bright green leaves are turning, the forests look like burning; cold weather is returning. The days are growing shorter, we're in the third year quarter; the squirrel becomes a hoarder. The stags in woods are clashing, after the does they're dashing, with raised white tales they're flashing. The black bears are fat and round; into deep dens they are bound, spending winter underground. Babbling brook takes its last run, before freezing has begun; must wait spring to have more fun. 9/2/16

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Date: 2/15/2019 7:03:00 PM
Hi there! Enjoyed your poem. But the form you've employed here is not at all an englyn (qv.). It is in fact a form called "Triplet" -- see the Wikipedia entry on "rhyme scheme", ie. 3-line stanzas rhyming AA BBB CCC etc… Now, which of the choices given by PoetrySoup it should be, I couldn't say, apart from "rhyme" or something similar. (They should really add "Triplet" to their list of forms.) Thanks and well done!
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Date: 9/3/2016 5:02:00 PM
I love your autumn poem Terry, the way you have included the animals and how they prepare for winter is enchanting. You have conveyed in this lovely poem several of the reasons why I love autumn season. 7 ; )
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