An Ode To Autumn Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Autumn is here.
Trees mourn,
shedding their leaves
of gold and red.
Falling, gently caressed
by the autumn breeze.

I walk amidst the trees.
They are conversing,
thin branches waving,
in tune with the wind.
Even as migrating birds fly
to the land of summer.

Summer's gone,
without saying goodbye.
I miss its warmth
and joyful cries
of children in hopscotch fun.

Autumn brings sadness,
in nature's eternal play.
Seasons come and go,
sweet memories and bad.
Relentlessly time just flows.