Autumn Poem by emelia pattson

The month of summer is going away with the Breese.
The maples wore the dress of amber
The pain of hot is no more.
Each season of the year
Makes the god's world brighter and happier
Yet the autumn colors brighter
And is much more clear.
The golden leaves of the glowing days of autumn.
The maples'
They are shedding their yellow leaves
As though they are shedding
They’re past memories.
Walking through the yellow path
I feel that
Autumn is more precious to me
My autumn, the season of memories