Autumn allegro,
perhaps that’s why
I love it so
coming as such a lovely death
flaming, raging, mellowing
then cooling, greying
decaying,
diminuendo
This is for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads where Margaret Bednar asked us to revisit an old writing prompt. The one I chose is by Laurie Kolp, A Word with Laurie. She asked us to write eight lines in one minute and include the word, “allegro” (which appropirately enough means “briskly” in music talk).