Colorful Land

I walked in the mid of a road side land, but the plain land, wore a multi hued dress; When I inquired about her attire grand, umpteen stories of her life, she confessed. Monotonous plain costume, she hated; Any flamboyant clothing, she yearned for; Lamenting all the summer, she waited, just to perceive what was there in her store. Suddenly the hot weather amended; green leaves transformed into engrossing hues; strong wind blown, the branches of trees bended, scattered vivid leaves of trees and her blues. Thus the plain boring ground embelished with leaves brown and red and it's not a myth Nov - 5 - 2019 For the new fall sonnets contest by Emile Pinet