An ode to the autumn season. (Form: Triquain Chain) |
Autumn Passage A blending of fervid summer days with the first embrace of winter chill. A time of contemplation against a backdrop of change as nature presses ruby lips to the leaves in a fond farewell. Days grow short and, as the nights lengthen, the moon takes on a golden pigment in celebration of harvest time. Nature smiles, for this is a preparation, not ending, for the fallow times ahead. Too soon, cold will carve a frozen face, like a child carves a pumpkin's visage, into dormant fields and the warm colors of fall will fade like ghosts on All Hallows' Eve. A cycle of seasons unending. The fertile promises of Spring, the nurturing of Summer, finds closure in the Fall. Riotous colors sway and tumble until it is time to rest and dream in shades of red and gold completion. Notes An entry for "Invalid Item" Prompt: Autumn Form: The Triquain, created by Shelley A. Cephas (our own ShelleyA~15 years at WDC ), is a poem with several creative variences and can be a rhyming or non-rhyming verse. The simpliest form is a poem made up of 7 lines with 3, 6, 9, 12, 9, 6, and 3 syllables in this order. Triquain Chain: a string of 2 to 4 Triquains with a space between each triquain. Triquains are always centered. Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome. Ken |