Granite sky weeps its tears
Over leaves and grasses
No relief from blue skies
Can be found in this day
Colours fade to red and gold
Before they slip away from us
Drifting like snow upon streets
To be kicked up in happy mood
Bare earth appears between
Flowers come no more here
In autumns garden rarities
Grace the beds and borders
The beauty of the seasons passes
Rolling into one long parade of joy
Fiona, take a walk in my autumn garden called Hard Cider. I think you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed this lovely one on yours. Val
A lovely nature poem, I love the changing of the seasons too, our spring is with us with lots of colour in our garden, with a promise of much more to come. 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed the parade of seasons is a joy like your poem and mother nature can be nasty at times....thanks for a lovely read regards