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Autumn's Queen
If I were winter's Jack o' Frost
I would nip that lovely lass's nose
and run frigid fingers in her cheeks
to bring the bloom, to match the rose.
Or April's shower in frisky breezes
were I, she'd have to clasp hands to hair,
as the breeze uncovered knees
to sight, I'd take my pleasure there...
But since I'm only fall as yet
I can only shower silvered green,
and strew her path with golden cloaks
as bronzed leaves crown her, Autumn's Queen.
I would nip that lovely lass's nose
and run frigid fingers in her cheeks
to bring the bloom, to match the rose.
Or April's shower in frisky breezes
were I, she'd have to clasp hands to hair,
as the breeze uncovered knees
to sight, I'd take my pleasure there...
But since I'm only fall as yet
I can only shower silvered green,
and strew her path with golden cloaks
as bronzed leaves crown her, Autumn's Queen.
Published 30th Nov 2023
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1st Dec 2023 11:15am
That’s really inventive and clever as well as skilled phrasing with a nice plan.
1st Dec 2023 1:50pm
that's the way to do it. thank you very much for the visit & comment. very valuable.
1st Dec 2023 5:07pm
