September Falls

Stirs gently the breeze of late 
   summer's grace 
Endowing fall its trails ,and all is fair
Pine trees quiver in cool mists which
   embrace
The last of September... winds'
   final flare:
Each ornament from nature's afterglow
Mesmerizes these eyes through 
   golden tones,
Bearing harvest moon's radiance its 
  flow
Enticed by interludes of heated 
  moans.

Rainfall melts summer into silver- blue
Forever a cycle of rosy sands...
Always my year's flamed passion, 
   always true
Livening romance, flings, their endless
   strands.
Let September drift far onto the west
Still my heart whispers, I am wholly 
  blest!

* done on cellphone; some lines indented

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Susan Ashley

October 14, 2024 at 6:52 PM

Dear Nette, effortless poetic elegance flows with beauty from your golden pen. Your creative, evocative autumn verses are sigh worthy! Congratulations for your success in Andrea's contest. Warmest wishes my poet friend.. ~Susan

Andrea Dietrich

September 30, 2024 at 1:53 PM

Beautiful imagery, Nette. I sure hope you get Wifi soon. i loved how you ended this with romance and that last line was wow! Congrats.

Regina Elliott

September 24, 2024 at 5:26 PM

Absolutely lovely and grand acrostic on the month of September, Nette. A FAV for me. Have a peaceful Tuesday evening. Blessings :)

Suzanne Delaney

September 24, 2024 at 5:33 AM

Lovely Autumn Acrostic, Nette: I hope you are enjoying Fall. It is heaven to me. Hugs, SuZ

Paige Hind

September 18, 2024 at 3:46 PM

Lovely- you did this form justice <3

Line Gauthier

September 18, 2024 at 8:32 AM

What a lovely form to blend acrostic with rhyme. A wonderful success ~ delightful

Valsa George

September 16, 2024 at 2:17 AM

A lovely prelude to autumn. September , though, generally cool, is interspersed by summer heat. The poem holds such captivating imagery. All the Best, dear Nette.

Gershon Wolf

September 15, 2024 at 6:38 PM

Without the bold lettering, I would have never realized this was an acrostic. Gorgeous penning, Nette!

Len Gasun

September 15, 2024 at 6:47 AM

Hello my dearest poet friend Nette! This is an exquisite acrostic poem of Sept. Fall. So creatively crafted with captivating images and great rhyme flows. A great winning peace for me. Thanks for sharing. God bless you always and your writings. Best wishes always. Hugs