Helen Vorst

Autumn

It is getting cold
Yellow leaves fall.

Pale with sick, sun creeps cross the sky,
And if at dawn pink paints it alive,
From early afternoon light starts to die.

Or all of a sudden, sky is swept clear,
Chill wind gets quiet, warm is almost near,
But sadness is in air - it all must disapper.

A big leaf on my way falls
Autumn has come. And so has cold.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 3, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, October 4, 2009

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  • Ivor Hogg (5/28/2010 7:34:00 PM)

    enjoyed Evoked a clear images in my mind

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