Oh, the joy of summer’s fall,
Tripping on her tassels tall,
Laughing with such deep release
The ombre maples blush.
How she twirls through apple trees–
Such a brief, chromatic breeze
That the blitheness of her pall
Outdoes the spring-ing thrush.
Luke Hahn is a freshman at Concordia University Wisconsin. He is in their pre-seminary program, specifically as a theological languages major. Last year he won SCP’s high school poetry contest.
. Skellig Michael a remote island off the Irish coast A whispered, whistled wind resounds the echo Of the circling...
Goose Sense A burden and a bore I must have been; As handy as another leg, I'd slouch The...
Thank you, Adam, I shall read Witness; and thank you for the images of SLC. I have fond memories there…
As Joseph said, refer to "Witness" if you want to understand the depth of Communist infiltration in Roosevelt's cabinet. You…
post-its and dogears in my mothers old bible - apocalypse now
Thank you Joseph, I appreciate the reference.
Great job at capturing natural speech rhythms in iambic lines. Humorous and kept my attention to the end.
Nice imagery !
Well done, Luke!
Kip,
Tis a color: Ombre color
Ombré /ˈɒmbreɪ/ (literally “shaded” in French) is the blending of one color hue to another, usually moving tints and shades from light to dark. … In contrast to ombré, sombré is a much softer and gradual shading of one color to another.