Autumn Fire:

If only my soul could express,
The way I feel in autumns caress,
With its beauty, it's so stifling,
Thou heart joins in and wants to sing,
Its vast colours reflecting in depth,
As leaves start turning in different specks,
If spring is the bringer, then autumns the seer.
And if the sun could it would shed a tear,
For the autumn fire burns in me so,
From all four seasons, it's the hardest to let go.
                        /|\

(10/25/2016)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 3:41 PM
oooh, that one line is so awesome: If summer is the bringer, autumn is the seer! You did very well with this challenge. It's on my to do list for this week!!
Wolf Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 6:18 PM
Thanks Andrea, have a great day x Budgie /|\
Onclaud Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 1:03 PM
ohh, these lines are aflame with autumn's glory.. finely done, rick..huggs
Wolf Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 6:16 PM
Thanks Nette for your positive feedback /|\
Roper Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 10:40 AM
This is very beautifully written, Rick, good luck in the contest Hugs Eve
Wolf Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 6:15 PM
Thanks Eve, as long as everyone else stays out of it I'll win, Haha. Thanks again /|\
Roberts Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 7:53 AM
Oh Rick......... This has really touched me. It's beautiful.
Wolf Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 8:01 AM
To be fair I like three out of four seasons, winter is just too cold for me. I'm glad it made you feel that way, Kay. Mission accomplished! Haha. /|\
Gupta Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 6:40 AM
Enjoyed reading ... a nice poem ...
Wolf Avatar
October 25, 2016 at 7:10 AM
Thanks Probir /|\
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