Crab (an acrostic poem)

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Cuddly was not an adjective used to describe Timmy

Rarely was he not bellyaching or griping about something

And even though you would think he had a hard shell he was really a softy

Because of that people would just devour him when the season was right

Hygge (an acrostic poem)

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Hearth is happily crackling, telling a tale of mirth

Yielding a soft warm glow into the room

Gifting a cozy sense of calm and comfort

Grafting the coming season to your soul

Entombing negative feelings for another time, another place

Duck (an acrostic poem)

Despite feeling pretty fowl

Uncle Daffy was out hunting

Couldn’t find a single deer, just a damn rabbit

Killing the bunny might have been satisfying, but they weren’t in season

 

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Ripe (an acrostic poem)

Ruby red apples hung low on overladen branches

It was a siren call of fall

Promising a bounty of crisp sweet-tart experiences

Embracing the essence of the season

 

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Taste (an acrostic poem)

Tilly strutted around like a peacock in mating season

As she surveilled her realm, she smiled at everyone who stared

She had dressed in four different patterns and a riot of colors

To hell with the fashion police with their rigorous rules

Eight year olds made their own rules