Andrea Dietrich Poet Ottava rima

Come, Fall

Come, Fall. Greet me as a lover from my past,
your breeze embracing me (I’m in no hurry)
as you always coolly do. You come on fast,
blowing past September as its leaves scurry
into bright October. Oh, why can’t you last
and linger there until the winter’s flurry?
Nostalgia-wrapped, I feel melancholy grow
when you leave so soon with first November’s snow.

Sept 23, 2022
For the Ottava Rima Poetry Contest of L. Milton Hankins

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Beata Agustin October 4, 2022 at 4:26 AM Congrats! Thanks for sharing this... a delight to me who has not experienced real "Fall" in our Autumnless country. God bless you.

Sara Kendrick October 3, 2022 at 1:18 PM Congratulations on this winning work. Way to go. Yes, fall is always welcome such a breath of fresh air. Sara

Linda Alice Fowler October 3, 2022 at 7:24 AM Ah, so romantic Andrea. Congratulations on your win! Linda

Susan Ashley October 2, 2022 at 6:24 PM Dear Andrea, your superb poem truly speaks to my Autumn soul. You capture the brief beauty of Fall with lovely emotion. Congratulations for your excellent win in Milt’s contest. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan

Janice Canerdy October 2, 2022 at 11:32 AM Andrea, this so lovely and descriptive! CONGRATS on your win. Janice

L Milton Hankins October 2, 2022 at 10:24 AM Nice writing, Andrea. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem and congratulations for your placement in my contest! Very nice metaphor carried through from beginning to end.

Mike Bayles September 24, 2022 at 6:38 PM "Greet me like a lover from my past"- very nice.

Bill Baker September 24, 2022 at 4:13 PM My first experience of reading this form on PoetrySoup. Well written, Andrea. It gives off the feeling of someone dying before their time. I like the feelings stiring in me as I read. Good entry for the contest my friend. Good luck! Bill

Sotto Poet September 24, 2022 at 7:42 AM Andrea This poem is superb, it has successfully captured both the harshness of winter and the anticipation of fall. It depicts the abrupt cold wave that hit the East Coast now.

Bj Legros Kelley September 24, 2022 at 3:33 AM Beautiful, it is true, it passes to quickly. We are in the desert and don't have very pretty autumns, but I love the season anyway. It is my absolute favorite season.

Victor Buhagiar September 24, 2022 at 2:07 AM Excellent verses. Welcoming Fall knowing Winter is harsh.

Harry Horsman September 23, 2022 at 10:23 PM You do the form so well Andrea, excellent poetry. Your contest, yes 30th Sept my wife's birthday, and then there is another story also written into poem.

Michael Tor September 23, 2022 at 7:39 PM Wonderfully written Andrea. God bless you...

John Lawless September 23, 2022 at 6:14 PM Ah, the personification of a quick passing "one season" stand.....Nicely done Andrea

Line Gauthier September 23, 2022 at 5:54 PM Lovely poem, Andrea ~

Duke Beaufort September 23, 2022 at 4:55 PM Andrea, a very sweet poem that fits the sudden cold front that just hit the Northeast. I am glad you are well. I have been extremely busy, but I just had to post about something that was bothering me this past week. TTYL