lost to autumn -
I thrive for summer, dancing free
yet, when autumn breathes a sigh
whispers, deep, that voice to me
shadows stretch to kiss goodbye
the nape of August, bound to die
seems the seasons know us best
when we ache for change, it comes
bright-adorned - October’s breast
crimsons, umbers, scarlets, plums
shades cascade in countless sums
still, what speaks to me the most
sharp and keen - that mistral, fall
shoulders back my youthful ghost
dressed as then with passion's pall
so waiting, breathless, for her call
then, like now, my heart did beat
with the hopes to catch her gaze
'twas only there I’d feel complete
lost amidst her wondrous ways ...
lost to love - those autumn days.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand No 800, Any Theme, Any Form, Finale" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 14" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Bring On Fall" Poetry Contest, Francine Roberts, Judge & Sponsor.
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