Anne Morgan

Autumn - Poem by Anne Morgan


As I stroll through the countryside
On a crisp Autumn day
I feel happy and free
And glad to be me

I stop and watch the leaves
As they float from the trees
Dancing in the gentle breeze

Carpeting the ground
With burnished reds and browns
I inhale the fresh country air
And take a look around

Dew drops glisten like diamonds
In the afternoon sun
Birds chirp in the trees
And a feeling of peace
Washes over me

I pick plump juicy blackberries
From the hedgerows
And fill my pockets
With sweet shiny chestnuts

The treasures of Mother Nature
Are so very precious
It’s the simple things in life
That bring us so much pleasure

Anne Deborah Morgan
September 2009

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 18, 2009

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