Old Queen Anne is closing her doors ball season is almost over Her tutu of faded flowers Sheds petals whenever she twirls The meadow wears a sombre hue Old Queen Anne is closing her doors Pouting at an insistent bee slurping the last bits of nectar. How the reeds pipe a mournful air For guests soon longing for home Old Queen Anne is closing her doors vowing closure is not for long Furry feet scurry to corners Storing nuts in secret larders While the woods are changing colors Old Queen Anne is closing her doors.
Queen Annes and summer go together. It is always a delight seeing this delicate flowers bobbing by the roadside.
Meanwhile, Bjorn asks the DVerse community to write using creative metaphors. I take Queen Anne as my inspiration to write a poem. This one is a Quatern. I hope it has some metaphor to meet the challenge. Meanwhile, kindly visit the DVerse page for more poetry and to join the challenge, too. 🙂