Poetry, Seasons, Spirituality
Autumnal Reflection
Acrostic Poem
Apple cider doughnuts, acorns, amber leaves, spicy, woodsy aroma Undeniable senses; touch, taste, sight, sound, and smell The feeling, almost surreal Untelling how dimensional lines blur Mystics in the shadows Nighttime visitors Ancestors Leap from beyond to here, lingering awhile Rest assured, they whisper, we are always right here Electrical impulses Familial-spiritual ties Love, generational without conditions Earth-plane easing on a mid-fall evening Cobwebs and chestnuts, corn maze, costumes, and chilly Treats of all kinds; day-to-night ratio Incense, candles, and ghost stories told on Hallow's Eve Only one season haunts so beautifully Nocturnal soul dancer; ethereal weaver
My poem responds to Sahil Patel's third week of February prompt: Seasons.
I wrote an acrostic about my favorite season Autumn. Sure, I enjoy the warmer weather, too, but since childhood, I have always been fascinated with the magic I find in the fall.
As a spiritual person, I am especially delighted with the season of harvest and the first scents of firewood burning. Crunchy leaves and outdoor scenes worthy of a painter's canvas fill my heart with joy.
Thank you, Sahil, for continuing to provide poets with beautiful prompts. You are appreciated!
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