Blake Mulligan


Autumn - Poem by Blake Mulligan

Music is the crisp sound
Of a trees leaves,
Brushing together in the breeze,
A blur of red, brown and green.
I wish you could smell the air.
I wish you could see what I see.


Comments about Autumn by Blake Mulligan

There is no comment submitted by members..



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?



Poem Submitted: Friday, July 11, 2014



[Hata Bildir]