Beauty No Less
The light that filters through
sycamore leaves, golden
these October days, glitters
on the waves beside my boat.
A light breeze rustles
the leaves, their scent mingling
with that of nearby oaks
showing just a hint of red.
Just as the honeyed tea
passing over my lips refreshes,
so, too, does the cool water
trailing over my fingers.
And what of those leaves, dry,
yet not, as they fall and settle
on the water? Is their beauty any less,
now, than in their green spring glory?
The prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 25 is to write a poem that:
• is specific to a season
• relates to the five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
• includes a rhetorical question
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Lovely! ❤
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Thank you. 🙂
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So lovely Ken!
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Thank you, Linda!
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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There is something special about that October light. Lovely, Ken.
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Thank you, Merril.
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Brilliant!
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Thanks!
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I love the colour of Autumn, Ken. Lovely poem.
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Thank you, Robbie.
It’s my favorite season.
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This is a beautiful poem and has echoes of Robert Frost. Best wishes – Kevin
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Thank you, Kevin.
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The questions are my favorite part. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
That’s one of my favorite photos. I have it as a canvas print.
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Mmmmm, marvelous – every word of it. Especially the 3rd stanza!
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Thank you, Jazz. 🙂
I had it all wrapped up, when I realized I had left out taste. Re-working touch into a fourth stanza resulted in that one with taste, and I think it’s my favorite.
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Such a beautiful poem.
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Thank you.
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