Quote:
Originally Posted by Baron
Three Seasons
Bright summer light in laughter
faded to find autumn colours
golden hair tossed by a breeze
love and change reflected in blue eyes
shone warm for me in heated haze
then to be downcast
to chill with sadness
when leaves of green became gold
and fell to the ground to make a bed
lasting for a moment only
to be blown by cold gusts scattered
to wither and waste into winter
where your heart lied
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I felt like you transitioned from summer to autumn twice in this poem, and the repetition got a little--uh--repetitive.
I particularly like the line "to wither and waste into winter" ( the w sound is an example of the Good Kind of Repetition ) and the last line as well.
I didn't enjoy the beginning. Sensory overload, like I've read it before.
More stuff happens in autumn than just leaves falling off trees! If there's one thing I could tell everyone considering writing a poem about fall, it would be that. Definitely.