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I’m back to my own prompts today with an Alphabet poem on the changing seasons. It’s similar to an acrostic. I loved the challenge of trying to mould the form to the topic; well, most of the time, though I admit I was scraping the bottom of the (apple?) barrel with x. Equinox, anyone?
So here we go with Day Four. (which some people call Day Three as that’s when the optional prompt is posted.) Others have already posted and will be publishing Day Five by the time I release this one at breakfast time. Then they’re probably living in Australia and New Zealand. Muddled? So am I…
Apples tumbling from the tree Breaking down into mush as they rot. Cider sends wasps into spasms of Drowsy delight as dregs are drained Empty, all flavour spent. Fruity favourites, lazy days Gliding through Summer, dreaming of Holidays yet untaken. Inching our way into Autumn, Joyously jettison endless days Kaleidoscopical patterns Leaves scattered, a paintbox richness Mulches myriad memories: Nuts gathered for Winter stores, Orangey tints mingle russet reds and browns, Pumpkin fields grinning, Quietness of a misty evening Ripeness of a harvest laid to rest. September spells new beginnings. Trick or treat, turkey, Thanksgiving, Umbrellas inside out, Vibrant, vivid, Whirlwind word land Equinox, extra layers of wool, Yellow Harvest Moon, lemon tasting Zest.