Nature's Innate Beauty
Listen as brisk breezes begin
whistling, tickling the rustling leaves.
And hear children laugh as they play
amidst falling leaves; in the fall.
Autumn dabbles in abstract art;
tapping its palette's deepest depths.
And blending amber with scarlet;
captures Nature's innate beauty.
But beauty is a fragile thing;
that can wither rather quickly.
And Autumn's chilled breath sends shivers
running up the trees late at night.
Flurries carpet a drab landscape,
with a fluffy, puffy duvet.
While Winter's white flakes fall freely,
like feathers tumbling in the wind.
(Lipogram No Letter "o")
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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