My Favourite Season Poem by Elena Born

My Favourite Season



Autumn, you are versatile,
Put on my shoulders hands,
Whirling in waltz we're trying
Stay like old good friends.

Leaves, they're falling and falling,
Transparent in the sunrays,
Like my thoughts, that are whirling
And having lost their ways.

Probably... no mistake,
That we are not all in one,
Wounds will be licked by the autumn
Old and yellow tongue.

Sunday, January 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was written in autumn and first recited at birthday party of my sister Natalya. I wanted to render my mood and the beauty of the fall.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Waseem Sherif 10 January 2016

beautifully rendered all right. there's something special about fall that inspires. thanks for sharing.

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Manonton Dalan 10 January 2016

autumn is always lovely for me leaves changing colors before falling free..be slave of the wind

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