I watched the rippling river
snake and slide through
the emerald green trees.
Soon
leaves would chameleon
to rusty red and gold,
and fall,
carpeting the grass,
squirreling away
the tender blades
for spring.
I watched the rippling river
snake and slide through
the emerald green trees.
Soon
leaves would chameleon
to rusty red and gold,
and fall,
carpeting the grass,
squirreling away
the tender blades
for spring.
Lovely – My favorite line “Soon leaves would chameleon to rusty red and gold and fall…”
Beautiful description of fall. I really like the squirreling away of blades for spring.
Fall being my favorite season, what’s not to love? But for the prompt, the best use was “chameleon.” Truly original, loved it! Thanks, Amy
You’ve written a beautiful poem while seamlessly working in the prompt, three times! Nice one!
This is fantastic! Excellent work, Annette. Your piece is rich in image.
Thank you Brenda. Does that mean you’ll vote for me? 😉
Everyone has said what I was going to say!
Thanks for leaving a comment, anyway. I like knowing that you’ve popped by for a visit.
So well done, the use of the animal verb slipped by unnoticed. Like a chameleon.
🙂
Ooooooh! Triple threat!
I LOVE “chameleon” as verb. Fantastic.
Funny, I didn’t think of that one ahead of time. It kind of appeared as I was writing.
Don’t you just love when that happens? I am currently playing with “platypus.” 😉
Beautiful 🙂
My favorite part is the “snake and slide” of the rippling river. Beautiful work.
Oh just perfectly lovely! 😀
I’d tell you which part is my favorite but I can’t because I love it all. This is my favorite submission by a mile.
Thank you very much! You just made my morning.
This is gorgeous. I keep re-reading it, trying to pick out my favorite part, but it’s all so lovely.
The lines with chameleon and squirreling are my favorite. All four seasons in 33 words. Splendid.
what a beautiful write! i specially liked the use of chameleon
Gorgeous. This is wonderful.
My favorite:
“leaves would chameleon
to rusty red and gold”
There’s so much to love in this poem! Lovely work.
Love the changing colours!
confessing ochre is never far away