Beneath a cranberry canopy
I linger, replay words of love
once crooned beneath spring's canopy
of roses; love in full bloom. Love
has drifted, this canopy shelters
only me. Yet I find I'm not lonely
beneath fall's golden light, this shelter
where I embrace alone, beholden lonely
to the blight of winter's questionable grace.
by Margaret Bednar, 11-18-2012
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "The Sunday Mini-Challenge based on a poem of William Butler Yeats (click for a reading of that poem by Anthony Hopkins). It uses repetition of end words in place of rhyme and has repeated that word within the lines of the poem itself with the addition of other words rhyming throughout. It also has a specific syllable count. Click on the link above for further details.
(I did take liberty by adding one extra line to finish my poem - artistic license AND am off one syllable on line 8, but whose counting, right?)
I think these photos (which I took today) will soon be the last of any fall color I capture as they are quickly falling to the ground and the air is getting chillier each day.