Written, September 30, 2023 (revised from a previous, shorter poem) For The Contest, “Pick a Colour, Pick a Season, Pick a Creativity" (Orange, Autumn, Artist) Sponsor, Silent One
Painting, "Willows" by Charles Monet
Old leaves glow bright before my eyes- cascade from trees 'neath windswept skies to twirl and swirl to earth, unbound; weave colored quilts that warm the ground. Like a chameleon, leaves turned, from verdant shades- to saffron-burned. With brushstroked streaks of marigold, bright, speckled landscapes did unfold. Throughout the cool and crispy days, rich copper and soft pumpkin haze paint growth along the country lanes- to fields of harvest on the plains. And as Monet used stippled hues- Fall gifts its canvases of views, as nature's artistry of dreams unfolds its grand, most brilliant schemes.
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