I walk the empty park trails
Winding a serene lake
One lone fisherman perched at shore
A deserted bench yearning for comfort
I feel the waning warmth upon bare skin
Listen to northern breezes rustle tree leaves
Heed the warning of cold days ahead
W3 Prompt #177: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Lisa, prompts us to write a Quadrille on the theme of transitions. For added inspiration, she provides a quote by Friedrich Neitzche: “I notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
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Autumn is most definitely upon us.
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Beautiful poem, Jennifer!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thank you, Yvette! 😊
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I loved your poem, it is very moving. You really conveyed the stillness that comes when summer ends. I loved “a deserted bench yearning for comfort.”
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Thank you, Lisa! 😊
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Jen, I really like the quiet mood of this one. That image of the fisherman and the deserted bench feels so peaceful yet hints at the chill creeping in.
~David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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hi, Jen❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Jaideep, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/09/24/w3-prompt-178-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy 😍
Much love,
David
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Very peaceful setting.
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Thank you, Kate! 😊
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