Dear Diary
For the poems below, the challenge was to write a "Dear Diary" entry, either in rhyme or free form, using the following words:harvest, cornstalks, crisp, floating, vermilion, chill, memories, golden, cider, and countryside.
Dear diary, you hold within your pages,
Memories I have built up through the ages,
You know all my secret desires and fears,
For I have told you so through the years,
How I long to see the beauty of harvest time,
To taste homemade cider and elderflower wine,
To watch the sun set in a vermilion sky,
As fluffy clouds go floating by.
You know I would willingly leave the chill,
Of this city life that makes me feel quite ill,
My desire is to wander through the countryside,
Where cornstalks make the perfect place to hide,
I'd roam as happy as a lark
Through crisp icy lanes after dark
Knowing I was completely safe to do so,
Not like here where there are places I dare not go,
Oh dear diary, my heart is so sad,
If I do not escape to the country I'll go quite mad.
©2005 ~ Stardust
Dear Diary,
The harvest is now over, and the cornstalks are now crisp
Leaves are a vermilion dream, among the autumn mist
Dandelions are floating through the air, a chill runs up my spine
As memories dance to and fro, thru out my weary mind
I sit close by the fire, golden flames........ now hypnotized
As cider spread the warmth, and then, I slowly realize
That altho this countryside is full, of beauty beyond compare
The lose I feel deep in my soul, kills the joy hidden there.....
©2005 ~ Tam
Dear Diary, as I sit here
Sipping cider while I write,
Sweet memories come flooding back
So clearly to my sight. . .
Of apple orchards, harvest time,
And cornstalks tied in sheaves,
And floating everywhere were
Golden and vermilion leaves.
The countryside was sunny
In the crisp chill autumn air,
Chrysanthemums showed colors bright,
November everywhere!
©2005 ~ Grandma Lyn
Raking all the vermilion leaves that have fallen in my yard
I feel the crisp fall air and see the golden sun setting in the sky
I long for the memories of the fall harvest days of old
When hot cider warmed the chill as we piled cornstalks high
Days of warm apple pies baking and pumpkin carvings too
Memories are floating past in my thoughts as I rake
My thoughts go to hayrides on a countryside road with you.
©2005 ~ Lady Deb
Dear Diary of mine
, It's Harvest time
On the countryside
With crisp, vermilion cornstalks
And warm, golden cider
A chill fills the air
As my memories materialize
Reminders of my childhood
Gently floating there.
©2005 ~ janderson (Windstorm)
Dear Diary, I write on the page
The season dancing before me
like a play on the stage
Memories of a crisp countryside
Harvest time, cornstalks, vermillion leaves
A chill in the November air
Sipping cider without a care
Floating fog across the Sound
Snow soon to fall on the ground
I enjoyed my trip to Washington State
Soon to return I cannot wait
©2005 ~ Lady Crystal
Dearest Diary of mine,
I beseech you not to share the treasury of memories I have to tell you today. Harvest season is now upon us, but I do not dread the long days ahead. The new Swedish family has a handsome son, not too much older than I am. I know because he came yesterday to ask if our families could share the harvest work. Today I worked beside him all day amongst the cornstalks. We worked late into the evening and then Pa told us to fetch some cider he set to chill in the creak. We walked along the countryside as a vermilion moon rose and grinned at us. His hair shone golden in the light. I slipped once and he took my hand to steady me, but I darest say he did not give it back until the return of our journey as we neared the house. I felt as if I were floating on air. My cheeks were hot and flush as I entered the house, thank goodness mama attributed the color to the fresh crisp evening air. Then I say she embarrassed me, but not on purpose, by saying how lovely I looked with the kiss of autumn on my face. And oh dearest Diary, I’m shamed to say I wished it were a real kiss.
©2005 ~ Ada
Dear Diary,
I cannot begin to imagine
a harvest in the fields
Of cornstalks crisp and golden
or a countryside that yields,
For here now in Australia
there is no Autumn chill
For here Springtime is in our midst
with floating memories still!
We have no crops to bring us fruit
for cider which to make
No whisper of vermillion trees
their beauty in array,
For us the Springtime's given birth
to sweet and fragrant blooms
While nature sings in tangerine
in Autumn now for you.
©2005 ~ Christina
Diary, today golden memories were floating on the crisp fall air.
As I was walking through the cornstalks, coming harvest threatens there.
The vivid vermilion countryside had my spirits soaring, ever higher.
The chill outdoors has now led me, to cider by the fire!
©2005 ~ Lonesome Dove
Sitting at the table I glance out the open window at the countryside while
the crisp, chill breeze touches my face. The sun radiates vermillion shades
on the golden cornstalks, I reach for my apple cider and breathe in the
aroma of pumpkin scent from the floating candles that fill the air.
Autumn is here...the season of golden memories.
©2005 ~ Tdybear4ever
