Beauty In Death

The third of my Season's poems Please Enjoy

A

scending like an annual sickness

U

ndermining Summer's fiercest heated growl

T

ree leaves faint, crumble and fall dead in its wake

U

mbilicus as the shaft of a feather, all becomes hollow

M

agnificent encores of colossal heaps of dying hues

N

estle onto the ever growing cold Earth floor

Author's Note

And once again, my friends, I spelled out the name of the season for the reader
line
by line

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like the whole feel of this and think the last two lines are the best.

[Adrian K. Smith]

This made my eyes tear up, touching upon one of the things I miss most about Maryland. Fall up North is magnificent, compared to... well, is there even a Fall in Florida? Thank you for writing this, it reminded me of where my home actually is.

[Rachel DeHart]

I like this, a lot.
I'm normally not one for acrostics, but this is actually really appealing. The first line is my favorite. :}

[James K. Blaylock]

I really enjoyed this piece. I love acrostics!

jkb

[Lily1111]

This is a wonderfully creative acrostic. As a gardener, Autumn signifies the end of my lovely flowers, but Autumn has a beauty all its own and you have captured it well with your words.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

What a wonderful acrostic! Thank you for sharing. Debileah