A writing challenge poem where each line begins with the first letter of your first name, 20 lines, and it can’t be about you. I did what I could…
Colors of fall have me thinking creatively
Creativity flows from inspiration hidden candidly
Candid in a way that shares just enough Curiosity
Curious enough to add a little mystery.
Can’t you see the tapestry cooling
Cooling off from the summers heat, fall almost looks as is it’s conspiring
Conspiracy to rest and make plans for the covering
Coverings from the blankets of snow that will warm the colors from the cold
Coldness that is a surfaced blanket above the warmth, what a beauty.
Chilled and then freezing that displays control
Control of the Artist that sets it all into motion like a circling carousel
Circling like a carousel in a gliding motion that almost gives a sense of certainty
Certainly the seasons will come and go but fall, fall is the prettiest of all.
Can you imagine what it would mean if all the beauty of the season ceased?
Ceased to exist and forever forced to live in a heat that was constant
Constantly wanting a different scene constantly longing for a change
Change to take place in an evening of calling
Calling from season to season begging to be renewed.
Clutching my jacket as I embrace the change of this circle
Circling in motion as I rest for the day falling into sleep as I watch the leaves bed the day.