Eight-line Poems

Umbrellas

Umbrellas

I only ever thought to please you,
autumn colours as agreed,
red your favourite, this I knew,
red as the trees do seem to bleed.

Sometimes you make me want to bellow,
I wonder if you really listen,
I’ve always said my favourite’s yellow,
it’s true, in you there’s something missin’.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 11.21.22
Prompt: As per illustration.