Autumn and Her Poet

Rin the Magnificent

Rain. Scent through streets; leaves red & gold.

Winds, playing – neither hot nor cold –

don't know how to call it...

Chestnut vendor on the corner;

gentle fire calling us there –

autumn, and her poet.

Author: Rin the Magnificent (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: October 30th, 2024 04:40
Comment from author about the poem: Poem about the beauty of autumn, from her admirer.
Category: Nature
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Alan R October 30th, 2024 07:05
Gorgeous lil piece !
- Rin the MagnificentOctober 31st, 2024 00:25
  Thank thee very much, I appreciate the feedback.
Tony36 October 30th, 2024 09:47
Beautiful
- Rin the MagnificentOctober 31st, 2024 00:25
  Thank thee!
- Tony36October 31st, 2024 09:27
  You're welcome
vicecream December 17th, 2024 12:59
If ever it could be done you’ve captured a moment of her essence here!! beautifully done 🍂
- Rin the MagnificentDecember 18th, 2024 01:33
  Thank thee most kindly!

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