My Season

My Season


Chilling cold, caressing,
softly swinging, singing― Wind.
Crisp, carefully coloured,
continuously changing― Leaves.

Shining, smiling sunrise
seems suddenly slow and late.
While the waning sun sets,
slippery shadows slither;
and billowing blankets
of fog filters into air.

Shape-shifting, wispy winds,
craftily coloured canvas
of nurturing nature,
ever transforming through time.

My favorite season,
forever fabulous― Fall!

Poetry Device -- Alliteration
"using words beginning in the same letter"
(wild woolly... threatening throngs)
Syllable Pattern: 6-7-6-7 syllables...