Persimmons brighten; await a freeze
while geese honk above, flying in “v”s;
an insolent fox takes a slow lash beat.
Pines and willows sway to and fro,
in autumn’s annual do-si-do
ending the cycle with a slow downbeat.
Autumn may be my favorite season, as is clear in my many related posts. The dVerse compound word prompt was quite a challenge for me, with my notoriously-poor sense of rhythm. Still, I stepped into the challenge with both left feet and tried to follow the beat.