Promptly Poetry Entries (6/20 - 6/21)

October Sun

An early snow,
soft spun cotton
in the nostrils.
It descended upon things
still alive,
tried to smother
their last breaths.
The limbs still hung
heavy with leaves .
They bowed low under
a weight they could not bear,
making them scrape the ground
and beg for release.

This morning, the sun
removed their winter coats
and in gratitude the trees
reached their arms to receive
from her

she
teased with renewal
the roots of bright blooms
that have not yet
ceased to feed,
not yet frozen in time.

For this liar sun
they are dying.
I see already
the shroud of brown
that surrounds
their golden faces.

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Week 17 Promptly Poetry

The first day of Autumn is this week, September 22nd, so
write a poem inspired by autumn.

Choose one of the forms found on the page below to write your poem:

7 Common Types of Poetry

Be sure to include your line count and the form you chose at the end.