Tears of Autumn

Majestic they stand, shedding sorrow,
The crisp golds, browns, russets and reds,
Discarded, falling dying,
A carpet of colour
Underfoot, crunching.
Trees in the woods
Weep softly
Autumn’s
Tears.
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Image from google

This is my second attempt at a nonet:
A nonet has nine lines (no rhyme required), syllable progression 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
I hope you like it.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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3 Responses to Tears of Autumn

  1. Barb Knowles says:

    I do like it. Is it hard to write a nonet or does it just come naturally to you? You chose a beautiful picture to go with it, too.

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