Autumntide
November 28th 2018 Hey world, We have made it into the cold, wet, transitional stage of autumn into winter: November. It is a time of fires being lit and the sun leaving abrubtly in the early afternoon. This is the time for thick scarves and thin trees. Taking inspiration from my grey surroundings I have written two poems about Autumn. I have been trying to reassess my poetry writing style: ever since I was little I have had the tendency to make my poems into lengthy epics that bore the readers in the first stanza. Because of this, I have been trying to condense my poems, I have been trying to distill them down into a single drop of gold. I read somewhere recently that poetry is what happens when you stop for a minute and all you do is feel. Following this quote’s message, here is what I wrote: Autumntide The sky decided to unfold its its grief for us down below on the russet November earth, our forests and hedges losing their cranberry rash and beginning to resemble a door mat...