By J Ann Crowder

Autumn left a fragrance of bucolic and pastoral scents—wiles to my imagination’s whimsies, leaving  a soft, tasteless pirr, like a feather’s tingling touch on my skin
 
Honeyfur, cool and crisp, I savored
 
Moonglades swept away my longing heart to golden ripples writing a song
 
Nigh, moonwakes kept their vigilant vows
 
At dusk, newfound senses awoke amidst a psithurism’s silk spun whisperings
 
At dawn, Mother Earth transformed into an ammil of frosted beings
 
Approaching, winter pierced autumn’s farewell as clinkerbells awoke upon snowy blankets of white-dusted woodlands
 
Thus my palace born—wild earth’s changing, magical delights my soul has stolen away
 
To nature, I forever bask in today whilst longing for her next grandest promenade

Written December 29th, 2017. I’m a lover of words and nature. This poem is a representation of both.

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Robert L. Martin
almost 2 years

I love nature also. I wish I could define it as eloquently as you do. "Thus my palace born," & etc.

Nelson D Reyes
almost 2 years

Wow! Such passion!
Magical majestic nature! Full of trickery with the four seasons it is gifting us. Makes us agape with surprises and anticipations sandwiching each season with sweet and spicy condiments, hidden delights kept till the last minute for us to savor. - Thawed into spring, flowers into summer, harvest color celebrations into fall, “frosted once more for the next grandeur”. Like kittens we are, we accept, we purr our softest whispers of acceptance. That we’ll be kept warm again.
Thanks Jenifer for being a lover of words and nature and for this wonderful word/nature poem.
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J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
almost 2 years

@Nelson D Reyes: Happy New Year! Thank you for your wonderful comments/liking and faving! You always have the most thoughtful things to say in all your responses. Keep writing and have a truly wonderful year!

Vic
almost 2 years

Honeyfur is a white she-cat with yellow splotches and green eyes.

psithurism - The sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves.

Thank you for today's lessons...

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
almost 2 years

@Vic: Honeyfur is the soft seeds of grass pinched between your fingers. A five year old girl made this word up. I’m borrowing it. It is also referred to a cat but for my purposes, it means the other. Thank you Vic!

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