OK, so I'm rushing things a bit.
It's not really autumn in Ohio yet ... still, we've had some cooler nights recently ... and (knock on wood) can autumn be far behind?
I'm hoping ... because autumn is one of my favorite seasons. I really get a kick out of watching the trees changing, day by day ... all those beautiful colors fanning out across the countryside.
In my childhood years I always looked forward to that annual display ... then, as a working adult, the autumn colors faded into the background ... but now ... oh, now ... I'm watching them again.
As far as today's poem is concerned ... one of my rare excursions into the world of rhyme, because I don't do it well ... I know that "piling up to my thighs" is a slight exaggeration. But stretching the truth is one of the building blocks of humor, right?
Rhyming "rises" and "thighs as" is a bit of a stretch, too ... but all done in an effort to be funny ... at least to elicit a smile.
Enough said. The poem:
AUTUMN!
My temperature rises
When leaves begin to fall,
Piling up to my thighs as
I try to rake them all.
© 1997
(originally published in Parnassus Literary Journal)
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Today's word: exaggeration
1 comment:
Oh and did I ever need that smile this morning. It's not leaves that seem to be piling up to my thighs....but we won't dwell on that. I must keep this small spark of a smile alive util it can grow into a flame of laughter. Blow Magran...Blow...Don't let it flicker out! Thank You for supplying the spark!
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