Her pink hair is like a beacon
Similar to the green roof on my van.
It stands out from a crowd of, white vehicles
In the carpark of a busy shopping centre.
She ,stands out from the crowd of;
Blacks,browns, blondes,auburns
and balding greys
Inside the bustle of a, busy shopping centre.
Where in the blink of an eye you spot her,
Elegant ,and pretty,like a flamingo.
Be still my beating heart,
leave no empty spaces in between us.
We like the flowers in spring
bloom and grow,
although winter always freezes our nook,
before her prance
slowly fall brings her gowns of color
to blanket our land with beautiful
auburns and browns.
Autumn~
(Acrostic)
Autumn is here at last again, bringing us
Unbelievable, amazing colors
Turning the leaves, to yellows, auburns, and browns, with
Unfolding blessings, and grace.
My very favorite season, of all the four
Nature smiles now, donning, Her new Majestic Wardrobe.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
July.28.2015
Nails grow long and shapely
Standing out against the
Finger where it is filed
Down to a silhouette
That forms an erotic
Design against
The backdrop
Of fleshy
Fragile
Skin
Nail
Artistically
Colored with
Reds, pinks, auburns,
All the colors of polishes
Meant to reflect the glowing
Profiles of these well-rounded
Voluptuous digits that correspond
To the beautiful hand they are attached
To and are used to do the their daily tasks
Double reverse Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Written on September 24, 2014
New days in autumn arrive in gray,
With golds and reds and auburns blending,
Mending is my spirit from the killer heat of summer,
Warming is my heart to the fire's glow.
"It's almost Winter", whispered she to me.
"Snuggle close and keep on hugging 'neath this blanket".
"We won't let the cold and gray to come between us".
(There's so much more than us when we let it so.).
"Is she there yet?", asks she,
"I see her walking slowly towards our door again."
That cane could use another tip,
Or, maybe, its her way of getting attention .
I could almost swear she's passed on, but I can't be sure.
Things just don't seem as clear as before.
She smiles just slightly as she passes by,
Turning just enough to nod hello.
Its once defined colors now alter their hues
As winds of change descend from a northern source
A chilly hand so grabs the throat of all the trees
Almost pulling the life from their roots with a force
The evening darkness descends earlier these days
As mornings, too, are ensnared in its blanket of shade
For the sun sleeps longer and awakens slower now
Tired from the summer and the heat that it made
So now, the reds and auburns are taking their stage
Alive in the lives of nature as it so well changes
Dead, are the greens and yellows of summer’s breath
As autumn enters in and life rearranges
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