Treasure Island

Pamela B. Robinson

(St. Petersburg, Florida, USA)

Autumn


The splendor of nature is a beautiful thing to behold,
especially, during autumn.
I can imagine looking out upon a dusty,
gravel road lined with maple trees
covered with golden, red and burnt-orange leaves.
Each leaf seems to be a masterpiece.
Walking down the unpaved road
scattered with round, grey pebbles
I would be struck with awe at the splendor
and beauty surrounding me.
Autumn ... is such a lovely time.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?


Pamela B. Robinson's Other Poems


Read poems about / on: autumn, beautiful, nature, red, beauty, time, tree

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Autumn by Pamela B. Robinson )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]