Upon nearing Autumn’s arrival,
I see Nature’s last hoorah of vivacious manifestation,
A proclamation of her time in youthful fervor
the bassoon’s bellowing croak
amidst a once booming symphony
now all coming to a diminuendo in variance
Like the savory peck of a spry elder
Even still, muffled by prospect.
Lydia is an emerging writer from the Midwest who enjoys long nature walks
Beautiful, Lydia!
Thank you Ms. Jenise!
You have such a potent writing voice. Please, please (please) keep writing? :)
Awww thank you ccApollo, I will!