Brushes of Fire
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English Quintain
An English Quintain poem is (five line stanzas with a rhyming pattern of a,b,a,b,b ), with 10 syllables per line , there is no specific meter.
As dogs pant in sweltering humid air,
sweat drops morph into dewdrops as night cools.
Summer's sunshine smiles are no longer there,
for the children have returned to their schools,
abandoning their sandcastles and pools.
The leaves are slowly being drained of green,
changing color as they prepare to die.
And cottage doors no longer need a screen,
for now, when the sun sits low in the sky;
mosquitos don't buzz, not even a fly.
Sunlight paints the leaves with brushes of fire
while the moonlight gilds orange pumpkins gold.
For Nature is an artist to admire,
with a palette dramatically bold;
Her art is a masterpiece to behold.
Exhaling a breath of air, crisp and cool
with a sweet, spicy scent that defines Fall,
Autumn pulls a thread from memory's spool.
And soon, it'll be time for Jack Frost's first scrawl,
welcoming Winter in Her snow-white shawl.
Brisk breezes rattle the bare bone-like twigs,
and a forest of skeletons quiver.
A squirrel stashes nuts in holes it digs
fearing the worst Winter will deliver,
for it's cold enough to make it shiver.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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