Flaming Leaves of Late October
Do I prefer spring or Fall?
The blooming of flowers or the falling leaves?
My choice depends on the texture of colors
that excite and enthrall.
All the paths are completely solitary,
and lay their blazing carpets that reflect
the shading trees doomed with regret;
I'm already missing their stunning beauty.
The woodpeckers bite on bark
and are clearly heard through the persisting silence,
sad-looking robins, closely parched on a rusty fence,
are comforted by a lonely lark.
If Autumn only evokes sadness...
why would I choose this alluring season:
giving this poet another plausible reason
to explore Nature and its thrills?
Entered in Regina McIntosh's contest
October Contest
Written on 10/3/2020
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