[photo credit: Icy death by Insanelycrazy6661]
Autumn,
resists parting,
crying faded leaf tears.
Incumbent, slippery winter
ices fall.
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[photo credit: Icy death by Insanelycrazy6661]
Autumn,
resists parting,
crying faded leaf tears.
Incumbent, slippery winter
ices fall.
Where magic and pen meet.
Something poetic and intensely creepy
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intriguing..you must have opposite seasons as us…i love autumn…its like a sweet relief before that ice comes…and the leaves are so beautiful in their dying breathes…i like how you portray the leaves as tears as it becomes a heavy season for sure…
Yes, winter feels like its forcing itself on us here this week.
Beautiful description of the bittersweet season of autumn. It’s like being teased with something nummy and getting it ripped away from you as winter takes it’s place. Beautiful poem.
Thank you Linda.
Oh this must be like end of November for you … which is the part of autumn that generally makes me long for winter.
Very suitable to write cinquain on that.
Yes, it is November like, especially this week…it’s been a shock to the system.
Beautiful write–so well crafted
Thanks Audrey.
It could almost make me crave Autumn, except here, we just are emerged from Winter..one month since last snowfall…:) But lovely just the same.
Ah, and it’s the first snow fall here (though not in temperate Auckland…more the South Island).
Here it is the opposite….but I remember in OUR autumn I wished it to last forever. It was winter that I detested.
I’m not big on the cold, though I can’t really complain, as it never really gets icy (unlike my imagination).
I love the seasonal cinquain, specially faded leaf tears ~
Thanks.
A poem from down under. I like and makes me a lil homesick. Excellente.
Homesick? So where are you from?
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Clever word choices – enjoy the images and word play and the feeling, the very temperature, of the seasons.
Thanks Gay.
I love autumn and your poem captures its essence. We’re letting go of Spring, anticipating summer’s fire.
I’m heading to the Northern hemisphere in a months time, so I’ll escape the worst of winter, and get a second summer!
Something so lovely about Autumn…but resistance is futile so they say, winter will have its day. There is beauty in the season of ice though too. Nice seasonal piece. 🙂
Thank you.
And here, it’s the cold that won’t go away, or so it seems. Autumn-like winds today.
I hope it warms up soon!
Nicely written, Rowan – even if you managed to slip a syllable out of the third line and into the second line of your cinquain 🙂 I shouldn’t worry about it; Adelaide Crapsey didn’t stick rigidly to the form either – and she invented it.
Thanks Tony, I had two versions I was working with, as I was toggling between the wordpress app (that won’t let me centre) and the online version, and though I’m sure I changed versions, it seems to have reverted to the “cries” instead of “crying” version. I’ll try and reset it, but I might give up, as the meaning is the same, and as you say Crapsey deviated from the format!
You got me thinking of fall, and here I am headed into the summer heat. I really enjoyed the cinquain, I like the image of leaves crying tears.
Thanks, Todd.
What a clever way to express the clash of seasons!
Thanks : )
Autumn resists, crying leaf tears. Beautifully done!
Thank you.
A lovely write!
Cheers!