I took up the challenge this year to make a blog post every day. At first, it sounded like an easy task, but I soon discovered it more challenging than I ever imagined. For part of the year-long adventure, I explored different styles of poetry. I decided to revisit many of these styles in November. NaNoWriMo takes up most of my time during this month. Plus, the weather turns cold, making it hard to go on an adventure unless Rooster and I decide to visit our baby chick in New York City. Sometimes I get a hunger for the road. Christmas is right around the corner. I wrote this poem about fall because this is the time of year when I like to snuggle in bed where it is warm. I call it The Ravaging.
Naked trees dancing in the dark
Stick figures wounded by the wind.
Stripped of their beautiful attire
Golden foliage and rustic red as fire
Winters voice shrill and stark
A dangerous position impossible to defend
Swaying like a walker on a high wire
Bending to a dangerous desire
Once dressed in a gown of green
Pride always comes before a fall
Bare limbs click like bells in a choir
There is nothing left here to admire
Pink buds, the prettiest you’ve ever seen
In the spring covered me like a shawl
Before the ravaging and the winter’s quagmire
We were queens protected by our leafy brier
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