October is my special time of year,
with still a hint of summer, come the Fall-
as orange, red, and golden leaves appear.
While some days can be warm, with sunny cheer,
the next one may turn cold with a rain squall-
October is my special time of year.
The change of scenery is never drear
when fading greens become a colored shawl,
as orange, red, and golden leaves appear.
So often in the evening, bonfires near
fill up the air with scents that help recall-
October is my special time of year.
And as they fall, the vivid leaves adhere
to velvet grass beneath, and lay asprawl,
as orange, red, and golden leaves appear.
Once green upon the trees that held them dear
in months before, when held as summer's thrall,
October is my special time of year-
as orange, red, and golden leaves appear.
July 1, 2020
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Final Call Of NAs Your Most Meaningful One
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: 10/08/2020
Received NA 07/18/2020
For Contest, "Month of the Year I Like Most"
Categories:
asprawl, how i feel, october,
Form: Villanelle
White evanescent waves roll on the shore
with such felicity of frothy bliss.
Rhapsodic sounds explode as they explore;
present the waiting beach their foamy kiss.
Above, the dulcet sounds echo the call
of gulls, neath radiant, pale sapphire skies;
plethora of white V-shaped wings asprawl,
invokes idyllic sights that mesmerize.
As waves recede, a shell remains onshore;
perhaps a talisman brought forth for me.
What living thing, like a cacoon, it bore,
and now to me came from this deep, dark sea.
The sky and sea hold treasures each their own;
but special are the gifts from depths unknown.
January 23, 2016
Premiere Contest: Gifts
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
asprawl, blessing, nature, sea, sky,
Form: Sonnet
Face flush with cold,
She comes, wind laughing at her back
Across our threshold once more,
In moments it is as though she'd never left.
Every room brightens with her Prescence.
She moves here and there in her easy ways,
Dispelling discontents with artless word as drops of oil
Disperse across a still lake
She is fully unconscious of her gifts,
So they radiate from her with undiminished power.
Now, exhausted from relentless work and scholarship
She lies asprawl on her old bed,
Dear old cat cradled in one arm,
Cooing softly in her sleep like a dove,
Just as she did when small,
Eternal yesterdays ago.
What can I do with that,
Save retire to my own room and glow?
Categories:
asprawl, childhood, daughter, family, love,
Form: Free verse