I fell, I fall;
I’ve fallen into fall;
Cool brisk warm autumn;
Windblown leaves to the ground-bottom;
A time when the leaves ;
On the tree leave;
Colorists’ red, yellow’s brown’s orange;
I alas do, fall into fall again;
I rise up and gather with my eyes;
Those beautiful arrangement spies…
As I envision the prize;
So colorful the skies;
Every leaf looses its green;
Except the pine, the wintergreen;
And I look a top the trees;
And I see the rainbow leaves;
I leave the rake in tow…
I don’t know I’d rather view than hoe…
I fell, I fall;
I’ve fallen into fall;
The autumn winds calls;
So I guess I’ll fall as I fell;
I fell as I fall into fall Oh! Man…
9/12/19
Fall Into Fall Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
colorists, analogy, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
How many colors
is Trump’s coiffure capable
of capturing now.
Categories:
colorists, hair,
Form: Senryu