Winter At the Door
The curtain on autumn is drawn,
rustling leaves’ last music I hear
through the window in the fawn lawn,
as the fall scene fades for the year.
For bare trees verdant days have passed,
garden path glows with leaves of fall.
Its time for them to wither fast,
as they now hear the winter’s call.
The sky shines with sapphire allure,
auburn meadow dons crown of dew.
Cloud clumps waft with formless contour,
tinged with setting sun’s scarlet hue.
Touch of November’s last warm spill,
I will soak to the full and store
as a treasure to face the chill
of winter knocking on the door.
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November 13, 2022
Syllable count : 8 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked at rhymezone.com
Contest : November Or December Quatrain
Sponsored by : Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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