August- 10- 2025
Seasons Now and After Poetry Contest
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
As hot summer reluctantly gives way, Autumn has come closer to the doorway. In a medley of colors, Earth parades, And everything is seen in sparkling shades. Cool n’ crisp, the West wind blows in soft hum. Dead and decaying leaves fall with bee’s thrum. When they drop one by one in hundreds down, In a deluge of colors, the lands drown. Some, seen swirling afloat in the bare space Some nosedive and lurch on the landscape’s face. But with season's brisk change, these tongues of fire, Will die out and no more be there to lure!
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