Nature's Innate Beauty
Listen as brisk breezes begin
singing amidst the rustling leaves.
And children laugh, caught up in play,
gathering dried leaves in the fall.
Autumn dabbles in abstract art,
tapping its palette's deepest depths.
And blending cerise with scarlet
captures nature's innate beauty.
But beauty is a fragile thing
that disappears rather quickly.
And Autumn's last breath sends shivers
that rattle the trees late at night.
Flurries carpet a rich landscape
with a fluffy, puffy duvet.
While winter's white flakes fall freely,
like feathers tumbling in the wind.
(Blank Verse/ Lipogram No Letter "o")
08/19/2020
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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