Poetry/Sonnet/Grandeur of Fall Copyright Protected, ID 11-1596-902-11 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written, November 11, 2023 For the International Contest, Grandeur of Fall sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged, 12/15/2023
Fifth Place
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me fluttering from the autumn tree." Quote by _Emily Bronte I love how each majestic tree will grow, how each season is a moment in time; and how each grand tree- her hued colors show, oh, sparrow's chirrup and on a branch chime. The dappled leaves a painted veil above, brimming with song birds singing so happy; a solitary soul with trees I love, gathering the gold- squirrels are snappy. There is no gloom in the grandeur of Fall, oh, how the honey breath just reaches out; but there is decaying of big and small, on the ground red, gold jewels lay about. Trees go to sleep to wake eternally; but they still stand on guard externally.
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