Autumn Beauty is everywhere,
big red apples make the best pie.
Bears are watching the pretty butterfly,
while picking berries without a care.
Autumn Beauty is a colorful sight,
leaves falling in orange and red.
Pumpkins and corn are pictures in the bedspread,
autumn colors are so bright.
Autumn Beauty is bringing cooler weather,
we need to go buy a new sweater.
Great times are even better.
it is great we are all together.
Yellow, orange, and red—
Summer’s bounty of life, winter’s death of it all
have been wed.
Early frost spells—
What else could you ask from the fall
pastels?
Our town—
Starting to stall
down.
Yellow, orange, and red—
What else could you ask from the fall
down?
the orange red moon
declaring autumn comer
had kissed the ocean
Trees starting to shed,
Bright hues of red and orange,
Pile on verdant grass
As the ebony crow glides
Through brilliantly crisp air.
Black and orange passerine with red eyes
In the woods of
New Guinea
They live
Belle
They
Whistles
Even have
Toxic feathers
Get the poison from the food that they eat.
Date of Submission: 19/02/2021
California and Colorado are burning up.
Millions of acres gone, wildlife displaced and misplaced.
Sixty people are missing. A one year old died yesterday.
The sky is fierce, orange red, a hostile warning to evacuate.
Why didn’t they leave sooner? We ask when we hear the horror stories.
They were optimists, hoping things would get better, of course.
Optimists sometimes stay too late, hanging on to hope, role modeling.
It is terrifying to me that California and Colorado are both on fire.
Boggling my mind for what else do we have to endure?
The corona virus was not enough? Unbelievable.
I see the orange red sky, and I decide what I must take.
Hoping I will not take so long packing that I cannot get out.
Like so many others who waited too long.
Haunting,
Guitar cries,
Pink orange red,
Angelic voice exhales,
Chilling.
Inspired by the Cocteau Twins song Pink Orange Red. It's one of the songs on my Desert Island playlist.
She wore orange-red dreadlocks
Danced on the horizon far away
Setting the woods on fire
Stirring up all kinds of desire
Roosters arose with voices of power
Sleeply pines in silhouette still stood
Dormant in cold and frozen twigs
She stirred the air to warm and play
Happiness she brought
Sent the cold swiftly away
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