Autumn - Constanza
It's fall and trees are turning brown,
they beat small and swirl in the air,
wavy, curly, crimson, blonde, bare.
Life's gold ring slightly free to drown,
around a bright world went dull gray,
in hope of having one more day.
She hears the song of a glazed crown,
as remembered echoes unfold,
the real story that isn't told.
leaves were blown on the entire ground,
I smiled and felt so blight alone,
Earth and sky fused by flesh and bone.
I expect all these shades could sound,
maybe stretch fall by a little,
I groove how it looks and whittles.
It's fall and trees are turning brown,
Life's gold ring slightly free to drown,
She hears the song of a glazed crown,
leaves were blown on the entire ground,
I hope all of these hues could sound.
Written: September 17, 2022
In Remembrance of Connie
Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
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