MUMS & AUTUMN TRANSITION by Wanda Lovan

Settle back and enjoy Autumn in the Midwest

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Debbie Gravett
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1 month ago

Great poem Wanda. Like an artist you took your paintbrush and conjured big, beautiful strokes across my mind of these changing season. The words flowed well and the rhyme didn’t feel forced.

I loved these lines:
And the tree is going nude,
How rude!
Gentlemen, avert your eyes
Kentucky coffee tree in the backyard lies.
She is doing the striptease,

I am a huge tree lover and I could see the scene playing out and loved the protection of them.

Well done and thanks for sharing.

Sandy Menarek
1 month ago

Thank you for such a fun description of fall, my favorite time of the year. I like how you brought in all the senses into the poem. I could see the tree swaying in the breeze, while doing the striptease. Great job.

Christian Donovan
Member
1 month ago

Hi Wanda, I like the way your last line shows the doubt you feel about the transition into Autumn and then Winter: ‘Sun shines upon a tree of gold. / Autumn is lovely, I’ve been told.’ You have plenty of rhymes throughout. Being a bit of a rhyme-o-phobe myself, I’d like to see this poem in another guise without so many end of line rhymes. (Ignore me if you don’t agree). It’s got a lot of great images to offer.

EDamonMitchell
Member
1 month ago

All of it! I love all of it! I felt like I was being carried along on a whimsical garden tour. Thank you for this gem. 💕

Jane
Member
1 month ago

Hi Wanda, a lovely poem meandering through the seasons:) I had a few favourite parts – this was one as it made me laugh…
And the tree is going nude,
How rude!
Gentlemen, avert your eyes
Kentucky coffee tree in the backyard lies.
She is doing the striptease,
Shedding her huge compound leaves.
Tree going nude right before my eye,
This could have almost been a poem all on its own.
My other favourite was this…
Ice crystals line the path.
Cold weather doles out its wrath.
Sun shines upon a tree of gold.
Autumn is lovely, I’ve been told.
These four lines were very pretty – and again could have been a poem on their own.
Well done and thanks for sharing.

Jyoti Mehra
Member
1 month ago

Superb, Wanda! This is an amazing poem in which you have beautifully described the changes in seasons from autumn to winter.