Autumn Hyperbole Poems

In October, I feel a nip in the air,
that frosts my breath like contrails of smoke;
as gilded leaves start falling from the trees.
Overhead, a gaggle...

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A rusted breeze ripens with early frosts
Ill-fated trees wilt begetting their loss
Rich fermented decay's putrified bloom
Bidding farewell to the song of the loon

The belching pond...

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Dreams of spring
The violent storm has passed
The sun has risen
Hopes have been resurrected
Phototropic dreams have been awoken

The skies are at peace now
Their tears have dried...

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Nature's divided into four seasons 
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.

Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and...

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The air it seems is napping,
It is quiet as a death—
The whispered wheeze of evening,
Muted as the final breath.

Like the hushful stir of shadow,
Sleeping reticent,...

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A misty fog dissipates with Dawn's first light,
         yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
  ...

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Breathtaking color adorns the trees;
Each leaf gets painted with Nature's brush.
Autumn transforms Summer's green with ease,  
Utilizing shades that make leaves blush. 
Tinged yellow,...

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Spring dapples the landscape in shades of green,
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
While wildflowers add color to the scene;
flaunting exotic pigments, rarely seen.

Summer...

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On the cusp of the gloaming,
frigid air turns crystal clear.
And frost-covered window panes
assume an icy veneer.

As the seasons slowly shift,
Autumn colors fade away.
And saddened by...

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When the amber hues 
Turn to cinder-block blues
And the songbirds exist
In the recesses of our world
We lose something special 
When the golden hour is up
Our...

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Below thick clouds of misty gray,
shifting shadows subdue sunlight.
And shade heat of a summer's day 
below thick clouds of misty gray.
As Autumn starts to find...

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Mosaics of gold and crimson;
follow the last migrating duck.
And barren soil littered with death;
stripped of its grandeur, turns to muck.

Autumn dawdles well past its end;
no...

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Weaving Forms

Abc, Abecedarian, acrostic, alliteration alexandrine
  Salaam, sehraa senyru, sestina, sijo, shape, sonnet
      The list of forms of writing...

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She whispers at lilies to go back on there track. She sees through Ghandis eyes she can remember being that. Her rose is a rose...

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If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly...

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