This is the first acrostic poem I’ve attempted and since it’s verging on Autumn here I thought an autumnal based poem would be appropriate. Feedback is always appreciated and most certainly desired 🙂
Leaves crunch, splish, and splash,
Every time a foot reaches their edge,
All fell from the Ash,
Veraciously hungry for the floor’s base,
Each one tumbles down,
Stream like, they do crash.