Yellow leaves fall,
Summer is gone;
Winds northern brawl,
To carry cold on.
The Cicadas sing,
Sorrowful song;
And memories bring,
To each my long.
Flowers have fallen,
On to the earth;
Settled the pollen,
Each what it's worth.
Dreams I must carry,
Into my world's own;
And sunshine burry,
To night's dim gown.
White clouds and dark,
Fill up the sky;
Northern lights spark,
In tomorrow fly.
Sometime here again,
The spring will come;
Grow up with men,
New seeds blossom.
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Very nice. I love to read and write autumn poems. A refreshing and earthy time. Marilyn