Challenge
“How I feel autumn's ache.”— Virginia Woolf
Poetry
Having to Wait
How I feel Autumn’s ache
of being forced to bid us “Goodbye.”
Of ceding the landscape’s rustic palette
to Winter’s overbearing, slate gray sky.
As Autumn remains dormant
slumbering under a fleece of melting snow,
waiting patiently for the moment to stir,
allowing Spring’s bounty ample time to grow.
Having endured Summer’s long, parched days
wilting from the incessant, soaring degrees,
then Autumn can burst forth once again,
regaling us with a kaleidoscope of earth-tone leaves.
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