August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed it store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn.
Now leaves feed the ground.
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(The above is an Acrostic Acrostic – Wikipedia. And can be found in my poetry collection “Light and Shade, which is available from Amazon in Kindle and paperback, Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poems eBook : Morris, K: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store).
I love acrostics, Kevin. The discipline is good for my hopping brain.
I’m pleased you like, Acrostics, Vivienne. I haven’t written one for a while, so must get my Acrostic head on!
Super acrostic.
Thank you, Esther. I’m delighted you enjoyed my Acrostic.