By in Writing

Changing Seasons

Fall seems in such a hurry

With its flaming scarlet rush

The leaves on this small tree

Appear to me to almost be

Painted with a brush.

I wonder where the summer went

for soon it will be gone.

Look at how even now the leaves

Begin to gather in the eaves

and fall upon the lawn.

The deer that come here daily

To feast upon the grass

Have grown to adolescence.

They have lost their fawn like essence.

Their innocence will pass.


PAUSE. OK, who wants to finish this? It needs four more lines where the 2nd and 5th lines rhyme with each other as do the 3rd and 4th lines, and the 4th line of each set of 5 is 8 "feet" (beats) long. It needs one more set of 5 lines to finish the action and end the story.

Image Credit » Photo taken with my Samsung Note 3 phablet.

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Kasman wrote on August 25, 2014, 6:04 PM

Lovely! Writing poetry is beyond my meagre wits but I enjoy reading it.

LeaPea2417 wrote on August 25, 2014, 6:11 PM

That is a lovely poem.

JanetJenson wrote on August 25, 2014, 6:34 PM

RFLOL kasman and leapea2417 It will be, maybe, if someone finishes it for me. emoticon :winking:

BarbRad wrote on August 25, 2014, 8:39 PM

I can't finish it, but I've noticed the same thing here. All except for the deer. I haven't seen one in months on our property.

JanetJenson wrote on August 25, 2014, 11:42 PM

I guess all the deer are up here. I have seen more of them than usual this summer barbRad
OK, a possible 4th stanza:

Yet life is just a circle
As round and round it goes
Fall, winter, then summer's muse the spring
When green things grow and birdies sing
Following the winter snows.

BarbRad wrote on August 26, 2014, 4:43 AM

It has a nice ring to it. I couldn't have done nearly as good a job.

JanetJenson wrote on August 26, 2014, 4:49 PM

Aw shucks, barbrad and I hope someone does come along with a better ending, but I couldn't just let it hang there too long without putting some kind of cap on it.