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Line Gautheir's Bite Size 94 Contest ~ December 4, 2024

Frosted Windowpanes

Autumn always seems to sing a mournful melody
as its voice carries softly upon the chilled wind.
It's a melancholy song for souls in wistful notes
while withered leaves tumble, whirling aground.
They dance a rhythmic ballet like prima ballerinas
as I watch them through frosted windowpanes.

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thriveni c mysore December 7, 2024 at 7:08 PM I like Autumn. I like the way you say leaves dance. Congratulations dear poet. Cheers.

Duke Beaufort December 5, 2024 at 4:33 PM Lin, magic words that create images in my head. You have a great style that rings true and reflects things we can relate to. Really a pleasure to read.

Tom Cunningham December 5, 2024 at 12:00 AM Autumn bows out as winter approaches, the swirling leaves like ballerinas, love the image you created Lin. Best of luck in the contest. Tom

Beryl Edmonds December 4, 2024 at 4:24 PM Lovely Lin, before there was double glazed window panes, Jack Frost came and painted his artwork on the windows when it was freezing cold outside, what an artist he was, maybe he still is… Beryl

Anne E Sangster - K December 4, 2024 at 12:51 PM Beautiful imagery Lin. A lovely read for me today. Smiles ~ Anne :-)

Anne-Lise Andresen December 4, 2024 at 7:05 AM - Sounds damp and cold... winter is coming and autumn is leaving... lovely poem, Lin :) - hugs

John Lawless December 4, 2024 at 5:49 AM Oh yeah, I remember "drawing" in the frost on the inside of the windows. and yeas, the world did sparkle a bit when seen through frosted sunrise