My Lips Caress
Oh, goodbye sweet Summer, I will miss you,
Fall, I will embrace your stained-glass colors;
Invigorating crisp air and skies blue,
Leaves that tumble, spin- beautiful wonders.
The emerald trees lay down Summer gowns,
Now they swirl in bright gold, orange and red;
Delightful the twittering of bird sounds,
I love Fall- sorry Summer you are dead.
I snuggle in a sweater and mittens,
Hug my coat closer and pull down my hat;
On a park bench poems I have written,
For hours, hours contemplating- I have sat.
Fall leaves in my diary I will press,
Oh, spirit winds of Fall- my lips caress.
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September 2, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/My Lips Caress
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-269-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Sonnet Contest, 2016
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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