Autumn Beauty.....

A brisk wind blows and swirls about

autumn leaves on its breath

catching them in their dance of death.


Trees stand strongly, firmly stout,

their branches will not bend nor break

unlike the backs of those who rake.


Autumn colours there is no doubt

they're orange, red, eggy yellow

admired by the passing fellow.


Seasonal hues that love to flout

their time to shed their summer cloak

with no more sunny days to soak.


Yet these leaves neither sulk nor pout

in accepting their windy fall

upon the ground which is their call.


A brisk wind blows and swirls about,

trees stand strongly, firmly stout

autumn colours there is no doubt

seasonal hues that love to flout

yet these leaves neither sulk nor pout.....




A new and tricky [for me] poetry form - the constanza! Thank you Bjorn for really taking me out of my comfort zone! I nearly had to ask you, "could you repeat the question please?" I hope I have done this form justice with its rules/syllables/format etc etc.

Here is the link: Constanzas






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