Eaves of leaves
The autumn FLAIR FILLS the AIR fresh and cool,
The HILLS WEAR their SHARE as a crown,
EAVES of LEAVES form THRILLS of priceless jewel.
Their SHADOWS in water CHOSE HUES of gold,
Giving VIEWS of JOY to ENJOY the town,
While a small BLAZE PAYS its DUES to the cold.
The guitar's SWEET BEAT DELIGHTS all the ears,
The LIGHTS were BRIGHT and RIGHT for this lockdown,
Our MIGHTS are from these TONS of FUNS we share.
20th October, 2024.
Contest: Rhymes in Nine 2 Poetry.
Sponsor: Joseph May. Placed 1st.
Prompt: Photo number 4
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