Hello,

There are certain animals who breed late into the year. They too feel the same way - Autumn is their last chance/ hope of a future.

A UK singer, Morrissey sang and danced with these flowers. I expect he was hoping for great things to happen, and they did.

I am not sure if you meant samplings, or perhaps, 'saplings'?

My favourite part is this: Faultering never, hear me speak as one entity
Designed to motivate the tears that fall from
Your quivering lips
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This reminds me of leaves falling from trees with ever little breeze.

Take care,

Michael

A wonderful write, as usual, beautifully done.

This is such a heartwarming and expressive poem Andrea! You give a human voice to nature and speak it so clearly, I love point of view poems and this is one that uses its voice well. Autumn IS the last chance for nature to show its true beauty and I think that is what you were going for here. True colors shine when autumn appears, and that can be true in poetry as well, so this can be interpreted in that way as well, like autumn is your true colors shining in this poem or poems in general. overall, this is a very visually appealing poem. 5/5