Autumn colors are finally arriving in Indiana, Cash and I went for a walk today and found this tree down the street. Here is a poem for the season!!Etudes by Elaine Equi
Autumn is a solitude.
Winter is a fortitude.
Spring is an altitude.
Summer is an attitude.
Summer is a multitude.
Autumn is an aptitude.
Winter is a quaalude.
Spring is a prelude.
Spring is a lassitude.
Summer is a longitude.
Autumn is a gratitude.
Winter is an interlude.
Winter is a beatitude.
Spring is a platitude.
Summer is a verisimilitude.
Autumn is a semi-nude.
Winter is a fortitude.
Spring is an altitude.
Summer is an attitude.
Summer is a multitude.
Autumn is an aptitude.
Winter is a quaalude.
Spring is a prelude.
Spring is a lassitude.
Summer is a longitude.
Autumn is a gratitude.
Winter is an interlude.
Winter is a beatitude.
Spring is a platitude.
Summer is a verisimilitude.
Autumn is a semi-nude.
6 comments:
I already know what you're going to say, Bill! Don't even think about it.
Autumn is Serene, or Autumn is splendid, or Autumn is supreme.
Some of my ideas as I sit in my empty house (mom is in KC) in solitude.
we never made it to Solitude Pointe, next time...
Wes, whose side are you on?
We Gaines men stick together.
Winter is a quaalude. Wow! I guess it rhymes better than zanax.
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