The Season Of Colors

 The Season Of Colors
















‘Twas that time of the year

When the trees were adorned 

With many vivid shades of amber, red and gold.


The multicolored leaves 

Made the brown trees lively,

And gave the woods a tranquil, dreamy feeling.

 

A few leaves gracefully 

Swirled down in a spiral,

Creating vibrant hues upon the walking trail.


Soon the trees would let go

Of their rich foliage,

Becoming bare, for ‘twas the season change occurred.


***



Poetry Form: Alexandrine

  • 4-stanzas, each stanza having 3 lines
  • First line has 12 syllables and is split into 2 lines, comprising two lines of the stanza
  • Third line is the alexandrine (12 syllables following the beat of taDUM/taDUM/taDUM/taDUM/taDUM/taDUM; it follows the iambic pentameter)
  • Non-rhyming, Topic: Poet's choice

First published in Penmancy: https://penmancy.com/the-season-of-colors

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