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Charlie's Two Seven Four Contest ~ August 26, 2025

Autumn Zephyrs tsf

Wind blows Fall's leaves around. Tumbling without mumbling a sound. The tree then grieves its loss. Watching them tossed upon the ground. Autumn zephyrs bluster as leaves fluster, wither and die. Nature's last call sends them twirling. swirling alone... goodbye.
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Dietrich Avatar
September 14, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Wow. The internal rhyming made this extra special. A first place for me!
Lane Avatar
September 15, 2025 at 8:46 AM
I truly appreciate your comments, Andrea. I left the same message on your 2nd place, which also deserved to be among the plethora of firsts.
Messina Avatar
September 14, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Very nicely written, Lin. Falls knocking on our doorsteps. Congratulations on your placement and thanks so much for entering my contest. Hugs Charlie
Buhagiar Avatar
August 27, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Brilliant. I cannot emulate, I'm afraid. Your contest entry should get first place. Victor
Lane Avatar
August 28, 2025 at 6:12 AM
Thank you very much for your kind thoughts, Victor.
Pachecho Avatar
August 26, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Lin, I like Charlies contest, and the 274 form because it streamlines the poem, and keeps it balance and neat. You did a great job.
Lane Avatar
August 27, 2025 at 1:18 AM
I rather like it, too. Many thanks. Connie.
Greenhough Avatar
August 26, 2025 at 2:04 PM
This is a nice rhyme and tale.
Lane Avatar
August 27, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Thank you, Hilda.
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August 26, 2025 at 8:03 AM
My driveway at the moment is testament to your poem Lin! I’ve never thought of the tree as grieving for its fallen leaves, no more than shedding old skin, the cycle of life personified quite emotively here, cheers David
Lane Avatar
August 26, 2025 at 9:26 AM
I've always had a soft spot for fallen leaves. A bit unrealistic, but short-lived when Spring has them reappearing. Thanks a lot for your life cycle thoughts, David. Your driveway will clear itself when the first stiff wind comes along. ;-)
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August 26, 2025 at 6:55 AM
Lin, thanks for this perspective. I am thinking why leaves fall. The tree can't supply them with nourishment in the winter and cuts them off. In a way, like a jilted lover. All pretty sad stuff, but nature seems to be full of some pretty hard choices. Just for the privilege of being specialized, we lose our longevity. Even the needles on pines eventually die and fall off. I am sweeping them up all the time, and now will do so with a slightly more sad understanding.
Lane Avatar
August 26, 2025 at 9:24 AM
There's a long-term plan for many things. Mankind is not counted in that number... like a jilted lover. Good comparison, but at least we don't change mated with the coming and going of each season. ;-) Thanks, Duke.
Kitchin Avatar
August 26, 2025 at 5:42 AM
Lin, love the progression of Autumn in your poem and the beautiful imagery.
Lane Avatar
August 26, 2025 at 6:31 AM
Good morning and thanks a lot for your thoughts. Enjoy the rest of your week and hope all is well with Ziggy.
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