Love Poem: Ardor of Autumn
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Written by: Connie Marcum Wong

Ardor of Autumn

Ardor of Autumn

Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing changes everything,
How death of cold rejuvenates again.
The beauty of this season inspires
Poetry to flow from my hand to pen,
As romantic thoughts of my desires,
Memories of our tender love back when

Our souls first encountered a love so deep,
As I recall those times they make me weep.

10-4-19

~Third Place~
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
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