The Autumn Twilight

[rainydaysuicide]

The autumn twilight passes by
In flowing robes of whitest gold
Great rows of corn that rustle soft
Of tales of harvest often told

And she upon her raven hair
Does wear a veil of deepest blues
'Tis made of silk and feather clouds
And flows about her as she moves

Upon her palm she holds an orb
The moon that glows of purest light
So luminous and near it seems
More magic than all other nights

The autumn twilight passes by
And sings the softest lullaby
Of days remembered by the sun
And wild fowl's fading cry

[Colourgirl]

rainydaysuicide,

I love this! I saw this whole picture in my mind, evoked by your words! Thank you for sharing this!

Colourgirl

[Smiley]

That was great to read.

[rainydaysuicide]

Thanks, guys. I wrote this poem for a contest back when I was in sixth grade and it won first place. It was actually published in an anthology. I've gone on to win several more contests and have had several more poems published. Writing is one of my only outlets right now. It's the only thing that helps. So, I really like to share my poems with people and it's awesome when they enjoy them as much as I do. Anyways, thanks again for the compliments!

[Colourgirl]

Wow, you wrote that in 6th grade?! You have quite a talent, rainydaysuicide!

Colourgirl