Francine Roberts Poet Rhyme

This Autumn Night

Candles are lit
lightly scenting the room.
Fireplace glow
dispels all the gloom.

Its raining outside
with a pounding beat.
The cat is curled up
content on her seat.

There is much to love
about an Autumn day
even when its too wet 
to go out and play.

I am relaxed
with a book and cat's purring.
Outside may be storming,
in here nothing's stirring.

The only thing missing
on this wet, windy night
is someone to share it,
that is my plight.

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Sara Kendrick October 21, 2012 at 3:27 PM Ahhh!!I felt sad at the end..Enjoyed reading this creative and very expressive poetic verse..Sara

Russell Sivey October 21, 2012 at 9:57 AM This is a very beautiful and relaxing write my friend! I really enjoyed this delightful and pleasureful piece, such a wonderful poem, Great Work!!

Harry Horsman October 21, 2012 at 5:01 AM Wow i really love this Francine, you paint the picture so well, as one reads one becomes apart of the poem, then your last stanza, just blows one away.......

Anne-Lise Andresen October 21, 2012 at 4:00 AM A beautiful picture you have described Francine, yes you should have someone to share it with. :) But, thank you for sharing it with me. - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Rockman Pritts October 21, 2012 at 12:42 AM You have certainly set a mood here Francine. Sometimes there is peace in solace. With a flame on the wick and a crackling fire. A soft, cuddly friend and the book you desire. As the window cries tears from the rain to the pane, there's comfort inside to gaurd from disdain. Yep Francine, even though there may be one element missing, that someone to share it with, it's still a warm, fuzzy scene. Good job. Thanks for sharing it. Rockman.

Nette Onclaud October 21, 2012 at 12:38 AM that sense of longing in the last stanza blew me away, francine... remarkable pulse of emotion and imagery, well done!..:) huggs!, SOUP MAIL!