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My Season
Chilling cold, caressing, softly swinging, singing-- Wind. Crisp, carefully coloured, continuously changing-- Leaves. Sunrises and sunsets seem suddenly slow and late. A moving mass of fast, billowing blankets of fog-- approaching agilely, like living, lingering man. Shape-shifting, wispy winds, craftily coloured canvas of nurturing nature, ever transforming through time. My favorite, freezing, forever fabulous-- Fall! Poetry Device -- Alliteration "using words beginning in the same letter" (wild woolly... threatening throngs) Syllable Pattern: 6-7-6-7 syllables...
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