The Autumn Evening
The reddish tint of the autumn sky,
I wasn't able to resist but to spy,
From my broken window pane,
I saw the sky becoming tan.
As the evening was drawing to the close,
And the trees wreathe without any hold,
To the tune of the strong breeze,
Coming from the distant seas.
Not to leave those chirping sounds,
Being made by the beautiful birds,
My tiny ears, so that I could discern,
And make out their presence.
I came out to get a clear look,
Just when a thunderbolt poked,
With flashes of lightning,
The sky was getting cloudy,
And the wind was cold and balmy.
Nature has its own aroma,
And that she would never ever,
Cause any trauma,
To her children,
So let's enjoy her with passion.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Meridian (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, April 21 2004, 03:40 pm|
Hello there SweetVenom! I'm a nature fanatic.
I love your description and illustration of the sky and how it transformed! I also love your personification, in line 9, when you say, "not to leave those chirping sounds"! Hooray for "The Autumn Evening"!
Good one SweetVenom!
|Tammy (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, April 22 2004, 08:16 am|
WOW this is a great poem on nature....
|Sweetvenom (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, April 22 2004, 05:42 pm|
Thanks a lot for your comments!!!
|Pamela (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, April 22 2004, 11:01 pm|
That was so descriptive and peaceful. I loved it. Great job SweetVenom!
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