MUSED
BellaOnline Literary Review
For Authors of Olde by Carol Dandrade

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Poetry


After Autumn

Craig W. Steele

Soon after autumnís last day passed,
I walked through fields turned brown and spare
anticipating winterís blast,
because fair autumnís time was past.
The worldís worn bland, not colorfast,
most birds have gone and trees lie bare.
Soon after autumnís days have passed,
I walk through fields turned white and spare.




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Reader Feedback:
Great seasonal images enhance this poem and bring it to life. I'm glad to see that rhyming poetry is still alive too. I greatly enjoyed it.
~Lorraine

I enjoyed reading your Triolet. The imagery is wonderful and lets the reader experience the bleakness of the end of autumn and the
cold of winter. A metaphor for life, I suppose. Thanks for sharing.
I enjoyed reading your work.
~Nancy