The Passionate Shepherd

November

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Requirements

Sensory details (sight, touch, taste, hearing, feelings,

thoughts)

Main idea/topic Supporting

details & descriptions

Clear organizationEffective

transitions Expressive

vocabulary

amber bountiful brilliant cozy crisp crunchyshades of tinted

deciduous earthy golden gray hibernating leaf-strewn

bakebreathe inbundle upburn leaves

hoot of an owl horn of plenty cider cinnamon chestnuts

season of crows rainbow of color nature's palettenighttime chill

raked ripe roaring rust-colored rustling spectacular vibrant vivid wondrous

If words don't come

There's something magical about the clear brisk days,the first smell of the woodstove or the fireplace, the first frost, the sounds of the Canadian geese overhead as they pass through on their way south, the canning of the late fruits and vegetables, the pumpkin and cider stands on the roadways.

Create atmosphere and give crisp details.

Describe the music and the sounds you hear.

harvest of memories a riot of color

A season to behold nature's palette

as the leaves tumble down the sound and sight of geese migrating south

frolic in ...

Shades of autumn shiver for the first time

blurred, pale, obscure maze of melted in the/horizon

shadows shades tints lethargic spooky dormant

hazy mist drizzle

It is mature, reasonable and serious, it glows moderately and not frivolously ... It cools down, clears up, makes you reasonable ...

When you think of your style, consider:

point of viewformal/informal writingstructure & organizationcomplexity in the writingoverall tone

Everything burns into a glory of colour and disappears. The green splendour of Spring degenerates into lushness, the leaves are tarnished with dust, but the flaming reds and yellows, the pale gold, the rose colour, the splendid purple-red of these trees will swirl with the wind.

The earth burns, with the colour of red, burns with a purple blackness, shows its ribs of stone, coloured, blanched, carved into fantasy.

When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty elms, not shadows of a fading summer; but ...

Here's to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes,the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nutsand the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke.

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What person can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his or her world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?

We are committed to stimulating thinking and creativity. We also try to bridge the gap between knowledge and life.

The Passionate Shepherd