Akshmala Sharma Poet Rhyme Royal

Autumn Royal

Leaves has bowed to tempting look of the moon
Turning into amber or crimson red
Fire in the wind has been smoothly hewn
As pleasant "hello" tickling cold breeze said
The burnt umber earth laughs at being rain fed
Laying child bed for pinecones, pumpkin
Ah, stage set to mark climb and fall herein


Heart pines for him, his love, his argent arm
To see moon hung between naked tree trunk
Rain of petals swirl down cheek to disarm
Me of bearing to stay for long undrunk
Everyday i pick up saffron flower
Cinnamon sticks and ginger swollen leaves
To make autumn present for my lost love

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Aqua Marine October 7, 2017 at 3:27 PM Your use of the competition words is excellantt! I particularly liked " The burnt umber earth laughs at being rainfed.." And " Every day I pick up saffronflower Cinnamon sticks and ginger swollen leaves To make autumn present for my lost love. " Lovely- carry on writing! :-) Akshmala Sharma October 7, 2017 at 8:33 PM Thank you marine for sharing your love for this poem. sure i will keep on writing and you too....

Darren White September 30, 2017 at 3:27 AM Great rhyme royal! Love this metapohorical description of summer turning into autumn... There are a few spelling errors in the first stanza, but that doesn't diminish the fact that I love this poem :) Akshmala Sharma September 30, 2017 at 3:57 AM Thank you for your love.i will correct spelling errrors in first stanza.thank you....