This poem is describing its abundance, harvest, and transition into winter, and uses intense, sensuous imagery to elevate the fleeting beauty of the moment.
And here we go again with talking about yet another boring and bad poem in my opinion.
It was bad however the topic was kind of unique and I would enjoy it if it was longer and if it had used its full potential which it had.
The plot was okay for the most part but still nothing unique because it was presented to us in a wrong way.
The writing style was bad, it felt like someone was trying way to hard to write like Edgar Allan Poe and H.P Lovecraft at the same time but didn’t quit achieve that goal.
I give this poem 1 / 5