Autumn's Crisp Poem by Anzelyne shideshe

Autumn's Crisp

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A woodland stroll,

Amidst swaying trees,

Cuddling each embrace

With a cool sloshy breeze,

Apparently settling on my skin,

A chilly, hairy kitty, I hibernate

To gorgeous yellow orange

Vibrant fallen hues of red,

Covering each hair follicle

Like subschrubs they shaft up,

Ready to ripe, their tiny fleshy fruits,

Eventually my temperature cools down,

To a moderate autumn's crisp

Thursday, September 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: environment
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Clinton Siegle 31 March 2020

a kitty napping, a piece of fruit ripened. a change of seasons.

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Anzelyne Shideshe 07 April 2020

Exactly fellow poet it’s about seasons.

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Paul Amrod 27 November 2019

Hi Anzelyne, I really enjoy poems of nature of this sort. Thanks for sharing. Thanks you as well for your like of my Trump poem, We need help, Greetings, Paul

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Anzelyne Shideshe 03 February 2020

Welcome dear

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Kostas Lagos 06 September 2019

A painting made with words!

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Anzelyne Shideshe 06 September 2019

Thanks for getting the image ! ! !

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paul amrod 06 September 2019

Hi Anzelyne, A wonderful collection of images and feelings, Paul

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Anzelyne Shideshe 06 September 2019

Hey Paul been a while I’m back thanks for reading

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paul amrod 06 September 2019

Hi Anzelyne, I wonderful collection of images and feelings, Thanks for sharing, Paul

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