Paula Swanson Poet Rhyme

Summer's Last Kiss

Autumn licks the trees with greed,
leaving crimson stains.
Soft daylight quickly recedes,
to paint the dusk champagne.

Granny apples, blushed with red,
laden the old tree.
Ripe sunflowers bow their heads,
heavy now with seed.

Petals fade and laze away,
from the rose and vines.
All embrace Summer's last kiss,
'neath a tint of rime.

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Carol Eastman April 26, 2013 at 3:38 PM You have an amazing talent... Reading a small poem you write brings me such peace... Each and every time.

Cyndi Macmillan October 30, 2012 at 3:47 PM Thought about you today. Wondered how you are. What a beautiful poem this is, hugs, Cyndi

Jon A Cavanaugh October 13, 2012 at 10:16 PM What a beautifully well crafted poem with excellent meter and a wonderful imagery. I also loved the word play at the end. Paula Swanson October 14, 2012 at 8:44 AM Ahhh! You caught that! No one else has. Thanks!

Sara Kendrick October 13, 2012 at 10:56 AM Ahhh!!I really enjoyed this one..This is my kind of poem..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Sara

Harry Horsman October 13, 2012 at 4:08 AM beautiful poem, Paula, so nice to see your poems again...

Russell Sivey October 12, 2012 at 7:54 PM This is a beautifully crafted, well written write my friend! I really enjoyed the wonderful way you presented this poem! Fabulous piece, Great Work!!

Rachel St.Cross October 12, 2012 at 7:37 PM ‡ Classic In Splendid Flavour This Short And Wonderful Rhyme. One Can Always Tell A Gifted Poet, Beautiful Paula. Crisp The Sky Its Night Not Far, Winter Sheds Her Coat To Bring, Yuletide Cheer And Stars Which Sing. Have A Very Beautiful Evening, Love, Rachel ‡