Poem

I just found an old poem I wrote while I was on a gifted programme. This one, although it has rhyming, it's main feature is description.

An ancient aroma, magical unseen,
Sienna dipped leaves crumble beneath my feet,
A majestic veil of lacy damp dew,
Perfect, precise; like a queen's hand would sew.

The outstretched graceful birches reflect on the lake,
The slow shallow water ripples and shakes,
Old tree's shed amber tears and slowly start to wither,
Gently and steadily, the surface softly shivers.

The heather contains a palette of autumn paints,
The creatures graffiti the sky with auburn tints,
The sky's a desaturated pink, with a hint of lilac,
Enchanted with discreet canopies of ice blue raindrops.

Rustling trees whisper a magical spell,
They chant and the air begins to swell,
A sudden gust of wind wisps through the air,
And the once beautiful tree is now purely bare.

I have to say, I really like this one!

Bye for now!