She stands near naked, castoffs at her feet
Draws down our eyes to chiffon tinted red
We barely see the glory yet to shed
November and her fall still incomplete
With prayerful breath we check that watershed
She stands near naked, castoffs at her feet
Draws down our eyes to chiffon tinted red
Her yearly burlesque dance is bittersweet
Bereft of bloom such beauty goes unsaid.
Before she'll be gnarled winter's figurehead
She stands near naked, castoffs at her feet
Draws down our eyes to chiffon tinted red
We barely see the glory yet to shed
For my MTB prompt Circling back the Chaucerian Way we are writing in his 3 stanza 13 line Roundel poetry style of 2 rhymes, 3 refrains and iambic pentameter.
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