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Memory of Autumn

I miss the change of Autumn leaves I've moved to the land of the palm My heart of Autumn often grieves For those leaves of color and calm My realm of palms is always green I miss the change of Autumn leaves Trees of color that are unseen Are memories my soul now cleaves Times of color my heart perceives When I dressed for the winds of fall I miss the change of Autumn leaves A sign that Winter will soon call My land of palms is filled with heat And days and nights in shorts and sleaves The Autumn's chill would be a treat I miss the change of Autumn leaves 8/14/22 contest Hint of Autumn sponsor Regina McIntosh

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/24/2022 3:58:00 PM

what a lovely way you chose to do this particular theme. Love it, Frederic

Susan Ashley

Date: 8/23/2022 5:27:00 PM

Frederic, dear friend, dear poet, I relish the revelation of your wistful heart. I've always loved Fall the most, and now, in the Autumn of my own life, I cherish Fall's beauty even more. Your longing for a chill in the air and trees of changing color touches my heart, as I would "miss the change of Autumn leaves" too. Simply splendid! Best wishes for a win and warmest wishes for you, dear friend, dear poet.. ~Susan

Susan Ashley
Date: 8/24/2022 12:35:00 PM

Here in southeastern Massachusetts, I shall embrace the colors of Autumn and the chilled air for us both, dearest Frederic, and raise my next mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows in a toast to you, your splendid poetry and to our beautiful poetic friendship, dear friend, dear poet.. ~Sue

Frederic Parker
Date: 8/24/2022 11:29:00 AM

Susan, dear friend, dear poet thank you for your kindness, I too am in the autumn of life and I think it's the colors and chill in the air I miss most...it may be the hot chocolate, with marshmallows my dear friend, dear poet...Frederic

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/16/2022 4:09:00 AM

Frederic, this poem really speaks to me living on this tropic isle. I used to visit my friend in Illinois every year in autumn to enjoy the colors. I am sure your lovely entry will do well in the contest. Blessings xxoo

Frederic Parker
Date: 8/16/2022 10:45:00 AM

Connie I believe in the Autumn both our minds are in the same place

Paulette Calasibetta

Date: 8/14/2022 5:15:00 PM

I love the rhythm and flow of your beautifully crafted "Memory of Autumn"~ looks like a winner to me. Good luck! :)Paulette

Frederic Parker
Date: 8/16/2022 10:47:00 AM

thank you Paulette for your kind words, unfortunately anytime someone says it should do well I get a N/A