Friday Forms: #2 Wood Smoke

Kiss Us Bye

Wax the moon, and scrub the sky,
Our days of summer,
Our ways of green.
Drown in amber, ruby leaves,
Still as baby’s sleep, still
My days shall speed.
Oh when autumn comes, blossoms
Kiss us bye. Greenest promise,
Ever after, summer falls.



Acrostic poem form for Gnomes

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