Autumn's Crisp Poem by Anzelyne shideshe
Autumn's Crisp
A woodland stroll,
Amidst swaying trees,
Cuddling each embrace
With a cool sloshy breeze,
Apparently settling on my skin,
A chilly, hairy kitty, I hibernate
To gorgeous yellow orange
Vibrant fallen hues of red,
Covering each hair follicle
Like subschrubs they shaft up,
Ready to ripe, their tiny fleshy fruits,
Eventually my temperature cools down,
To a moderate autumn's crisp
Hi Anzelyne, I really enjoy poems of nature of this sort. Thanks for sharing. Thanks you as well for your like of my Trump poem, We need help, Greetings, Paul
Hi Anzelyne, A wonderful collection of images and feelings, Paul
Hi Anzelyne, I wonderful collection of images and feelings, Thanks for sharing, Paul
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a kitty napping, a piece of fruit ripened. a change of seasons.
Exactly fellow poet it’s about seasons.