In the fold
of summertime
leaves crimson and gold
fall from their prime.
Time moves fast
in the fold,
with ages past
and stories told.
Winter’s cold
finds warming grace
in the fold
of arms embrace.
Smell leaves burning
as we grow old,
twisting and turning
in the fold.
Autumn of our lives.
Definitely.
Love this Viator and with the rhymes matching so well – your use of the line in each stanza seemed so effortless and it blended so well!!!
Thank you so much! I’m in love with the Viator and we’re going to try it in my writing group next week.
I love all the images in this poem. First, I have always thought of viator poems as ones that almost fold into themselves so, when you employed the line, “In the fold”, it grabbed me right away. And, as you illusyrated “in the fold” in so many ways throughout the poem, it just amazed me. Wonderful words and images. Well done! I hope you submit this one!
Thank you so much! This was my second viator of the evening, and only my second ever viator after we wrote the first one. I love the format and am so excited to have discovered it. This is my favorite of the entire marathon. I will definitely submit it!