Jan Terry Poet Couplet

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For: Autumn's Breath contest Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh August 25, 2026

Feeling Autumn's Breath

I welcome Autumn with a fond embrace,
Feeling Autumn's breath upon my face.

From high upon my Smoky Mountain stand,
I pause to behold Autumn's artistic hand.

Mist lifts slowly from the valley floor below,
As if a curtain rising on a long awaited show.

A majestic painting unfolds before my awestruck eyes, 
Highlighted by the golden rays of a bright sunrise.

An endless carpet of trees, wet with morning dew,
Blazes with candy-colored leaves of nearly every hue.

My mind fails to recall a more stirring sight,
As unbidden tears upon my cheeks alight.

The sweet smell of ripened apples, littered on the ground,
Mingles with the earthy scent of mushrooms that abound.

Life is sustained by the season's bountiful fare;
Wild berries, fruits and nuts grow carelessly everywhere.

To eat hand to mouth is my childish heart's desire,
So, Autumn is the season that I most admire.

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Sotto Poet September 6, 2026 at 2:37 AM Jan, heartfelt congratulations on your contest win for this very well-crafted poem.

Silent One August 27, 2026 at 1:28 PM Hey Jan I hope you are well.. I can see your love for Autumn in this poem... This is true poetry.. so easy to read and so pleasing to the eye... You always write so well... Hope all is well... Jan Terry August 29, 2026 at 8:49 AM Hi Silent One. I love that you read and comment on my poems. That is my intention in writing them. Yes, I've always been partial to autumn. It is so breathtakingly beautiful. I often seek out a great vantage point to take in its mesmerizing scenery. I'm a painter so I appreciate the awesome colors. October is my birthday month which, as I've grown older, seems to be the target every year. Sometimes I cheer: 'One more year'. I feel like there are still poems to write and paintings to compose. The ideas are limitless. Maybe, before I'm gone, I'll write that one great poem that I've been thinking about for years. Take care, my friend.