WINTER WONDERLAND
Autumn brings change and death.
Every Fall, green hastens into a jumbled
kaleidoscope of leaves.
Marking Nature’s order for
peace and quiet,
rest, solitude, and time.
Under vast white eXpanses,
yielding to zephyrs.
© 2017 Maria Marshall. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carole Boston Weatherford. She has challenged us to write an abecedarian poem.
Generally each line (or word) of an abecedarian poem begins with A and continues in alphabetical order until you reach Z. For this challenge, you may start and end with whichever letters you choose, as long as they are sequential.
Post your poem on our September 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, September 29th. One lucky participant will win a copy of Schomburg: The Man Who Built a Library by Carole Boston Weatherford, illustrated by Eric Velasquez (Candlewick Press, 2017).
Beautiful abecedarian. I love the last word and the kaleidoscope.
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda
DeleteI love the "jumbled/kaleidoscope of leaves." It's a lovely welcome to fall!
ReplyDeleteI'm yielding to the zephyr that is this poem, Maria. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Michelle. So glad you made it through Irma.
DeleteWow. This is just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks Liz
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DeleteSimply beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Penny.
DeleteBravo on your terrific take on this challenge, Maria!
ReplyDeleteWow. That took some work! Good job.
ReplyDeleteThis poem presents a vivid image and flows quite nicely.
ReplyDeleteWOW...Maria,this is stellar! It stands on its own as a beautifully lyrical piece...but as an abecedarian poemit is absolutely brilliant!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm so impressed. It's beautiful, its makes sense, it stirs the senses and emotions, it reads naturally. I was thinking that this form was too restrictive, and you proved me wrong.
ReplyDeleteyour words paint a beautiful pic of the seasons
ReplyDeleteYour poem almost makes me look forward to winter Maria. Lovely unwinding pace, helping us to slow ourselves down and rest, thanks!
ReplyDeleteOh, my. That is lovely. Thanks.
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