{"id":56794,"date":"2019-06-23T06:30:10","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T10:30:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56794"},"modified":"2019-06-25T09:07:59","modified_gmt":"2019-06-25T13:07:59","slug":"prompt-22-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompt-22-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #22 Autumn"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><em><strong>Leaves are ripe\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>with the colors of fall.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Vibrant hues of fiery red, <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>electric orange, <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>and calming yellow...<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>death looks so divine in <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>this quaint little town.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>Rows and rows <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>endless rows of\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Maple trees,\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Leaves rustle on\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>The air is crisp.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>It's the arrival of autumn<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>and preparation for winter\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>that makes it so spectacular.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n\r\n<em><strong>Walking down the<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>concrete sidewalk<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>Nature's canvas<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>A beautiful red carpet lay.<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>-of fallen dried maple leaves\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>\r\n<strong>\r\nAutumn the best time of the year,<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>where nature sheds her metaphors <\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>to bring to light the simplicity of\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>\r\n<em><strong>the circle of life. <\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n<pre><em><strong>-Janice Raquela Mendonca\r\n\r\n<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n<figure id=\"attachment_57112\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-57112\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-57112\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1481127950397-88e4c4f4b83b-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1481127950397-88e4c4f4b83b-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1481127950397-88e4c4f4b83b-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1481127950397-88e4c4f4b83b-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1481127950397-88e4c4f4b83b-480x320.jpg 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/photo-1481127950397-88e4c4f4b83b.jpg 1350w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-57112\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">img &#8211; Jakob Owens<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<pre><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Leaves are ripe\u00a0 with the colors of fall. Vibrant hues of fiery red, electric orange, and calming yellow&#8230; death looks so divine in this quaint little town.\u00a0 Rows and rows endless rows of\u00a0 Maple trees,\u00a0 Leaves rustle on\u00a0 The air is crisp. It&#8217;s the arrival&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,5],"tags":[1550,3339,1551],"class_list":["post-56794","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts","tag-autumn","tag-autumn-leaves","tag-fall"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56794","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56794"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56794\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58630,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56794\/revisions\/58630"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56794"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56794"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56794"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}