The late heather blooms
In wild array, scent chill fogs
Fall’s breeze, through mists, bogs
Take hold of moors, mount the heights,
Stay, watch summer’s sweet demise.
Image attribution: wikipedia Written for Jude's The Saturday Symphony #13:"Rhythm of Autumn" -- Let us go retro this week and share a thought on the season, with rhyme and flow. Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt: Using the word "Heather" write prose or poem in exactly 27 words
Y’all know there’s red, white, blue
Violet, purple and cerulean too
Jazzberry jam, purple mountains’ majesty
Canary, cornflower and fuzzy wuzzy
But strike me dumb if ever you see
A spectrum as mind-blowing as ZANY
Not even a Crayola box can contain
The uncanniness like an outrageous grin
For when you happen to chance upon it
Everything’s a subject for merry wit!
Sammi’s WWP
“You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.”
Take a look, see, books everywhere!
Under my bed, over couches and chairs
Could they be breeding under the stairs?
I must rectify this untenable nightmare
Another book I’ll not buy, even on a dare!
This Jolly Beggar 