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AUTUMN WHISPERS

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Autumn whispers, leaves descend in sighs,
Cracked cups of oak, a harvest left behind.
Ochre hued landscapes, hope buried in the ground.
Remnants of summer, a fractured fading. 
Nature's bounty, now scattered on the breeze,
Silent promise, of what is yet to be.

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Line Gauthier Date: 9/18/2025 8:01:00 AM A lovely serene feel ~ enjoyed this poem... it's not easy to have such a smooth flow in an acrostic. You made it seem effortless ~ Login to Reply

Sotto Poet Date: 9/18/2025 7:21:00 AM Poetically, your writing is eerily beautiful, dear Sara. Vivid and textured imagery abounds, and the last sentence evokes a subtle sense of expectation. It is expressive and elegantly contained, like an introspective thought on transformation. Beautiful job. Login to Reply

Danny Derden Date: 9/18/2025 7:11:00 AM Your poem is hauntingly elegant. The imagery is rich and tactile, and the final line leaves a lingering sense of quiet anticipation. It reads like a meditation on change—beautifully restrained and evocative. Lovely work. Login to Reply

Valsa George Date: 9/18/2025 6:10:00 AM "Nature's bounty, now scattered on the breeze, Silent promise, of what is yet to be." Yes, the scattered acorns are silent promises of what is to be. Such profound and meaningful lines. Beautiful poem. Login to Reply

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 9/18/2025 5:46:00 AM - Lovely poem, Sara :) - "Silent promise" ... about the coming winter :) - GL in the contest :) - hugs Login to Reply Sara Etgen-Baker Date: 9/18/2025 5:53:00 AM thank you, Anne-Lise...you're always so kind and supportive, hugs, Sara