Fall hath arrived, old bones do ache.
I sit reckoning on leaves' fall.
Simply to decay for trees' sake,
showcasing what happens to all.
Fall hath arrived. Old bones
thirst for an early Spring.
I ripen so! Leaf tones.
Fall hath arrived ... old bones!
Fall hath arrived.
Grasses yellow,
west winds revived,
hearts go mellow.
Fall hath
passed summers hold
shifting to winter's path.
Fall hath arrived! Old bones do ache.
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Author Notes
Potlatch poetry club entry: Zanze
a poem in 16 lines made up of 4 quatrains.
syllabic, 8/8/8/8/6/6/6/6/4/4/4/4/2/4/6/8 syllables per line.
rhymed, Abab cdcd efef gagA.
L1 is repeated as L16,
L5 is the repetition of first 6 syllables of L1,
L9 is the repetition of first 4 syllables of L1
L13 is the repetition of the first 2 syllables of L1.
(L= line as in line 1)
thanks, as always, for the use of: The End of Summer by cleo85 on FanArtReview.com
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