Tapestry of Nature
I love nature at dawn in the forest green,
or in Autumn colors that reflect in the blue water;
and the birds sing sweet rhapsodies unseen,
I recall father, and all his teachings to this daughter;
and how glistening fallen leaves dripped, dripped with rainwater.
And your favorite father, the wild horses running and leaping,
down Autumn forest paths and faded meadows to a rippling stream;
but now, though I adore them- the wild horses leave me weeping,
oh, all you shared father inspires my poetic dream;
especially in Autumn hues of orange, yellow and gold in a sun beam.
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September 26, 2019
Poetry/English Quintain/Tapestry of Nature
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1168-879-26
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Autumn
sponsor, Francine Roberts, Judged 12/02/20
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