AUTUMN TRAILS
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"The Season of Fall"
Arrives with Autumn Equinox
And Bids us adieu with Winter Solstice
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~Theme
Appreciation of the Changes during the Transition phase from Summer to Winter
~Description
The poem is set in context of Northern Hemisphere. Autumn Season, that starts from September until November, has been personified, who describes us how mother nature makes beautiful changes all around to embrace what has been called "The Season of Fall".
Autumn Season has been given human characteristics and first person narrative has been used to describe her.
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Writing Technique
~ Rhyming Pattern
Second verse rhymes with the fourth verse in all the stanzas except the first and the last.
~ Rhetorical Devices
• Imagery
• Personification
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