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
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 which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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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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