🍃 Autumn has come

That                                                                                                           
quiet                                                                                                 
whistle...                before the tempest,                               
a strand of hair lifted with stormy sent
advertising how time certainly went
without a signal or formal request.
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You recognize the Summer has nightfall
leaving fertile the ground for renewal,
where the spring seeded wild flowers were plucked
and first bronze tan burned leaves gently glided.
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Soon our feet will crack the crispy mantle,
lemon, carrot, cerise and chocolate,
colored sounds of the past paving our path
sedimented under frequent sun bath.
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Then, freezing cotton will carpet this earth,
we'll warm hands around hot beverages
from the plants we sprouted throughout these years,
covered in adventure collected cloths.
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But I'll mention Winter when I get there,
for now I need to garden...
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and                                     prepare!

Cosmic background radiation

Oh universe ye tellst to us thy tale,
thy megaphone part of a second old
fills all the vacuum in microwave
throughout the space ye darest to unfold.

So then more time passed than words might describe,
diverted by their dating with the stars
thy low cry was lost "electronics noise",
forgivest the limits of the species!

Fortune by their hunger of publishing
a profet's word of thy construct was found
the story of the beginning within
the silent global continuous sound.

The big bang of concept when theory
meets experience not scientist fear.

(inspired in 1/2 Nobel price in physics 2019)

The dangling bait

"Stop all this winning, wet nose drooling
pull yourself up, have any self-respect!"
(Slow cat walk, sit lick a paw and reflect.) 😼
"Though after your loss of grip, legs splitting,
kicks sowing and your eyes inflating,
the slide of the twister mutt off deck... 😹
Purr... wasn't my tail waving a bit direct?"
Small me, needs to be anticipating.😽

"If I throw a rope...meauw... redeeming,,
would your sharp teeth make my fur regret?
or would this benevolent saving
trump my mischievous nature in the end?
I'll gamble a life for a left wing."
"Thanks!" (Full face lick. yuck!) "I won't forget."

Italian Sonnet prompt by picture