Treasure Island

Amy Darnbrook


The Colours of Autumn


Coppery red leaves,
Falling from trees,
That soon will be bare.

The colours of Autumn.

Piles of reddish brown,
Lying scattered on the ground.
And a chill in the air.

The colours of Autumn.

The sky is grey,
Shorter days,
And darker nights.

The colours of Autumn.

Evenings bathed in gold,
Thunderclouds so bold,
And weaker sun, not as bright.

The colours of Autumn.

Submitted: Sunday, November 08, 2009
Edited: Friday, November 20, 2009

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  • David Harris (11/8/2009 3:52:00 PM)

    Amy, I love the imagery of Autumn you have projected here, the dying of one season ready to merge with the next. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us my friend.
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