Pamela B. Robinson

(St. Petersburg, Florida, USA)


Poem by Pamela B. Robinson

The splendor of nature is a beautiful thing to behold,
especially, during autumn.
I can imagine looking out upon a dusty,
gravel road lined with maple trees
covered with golden, red and burnt-orange leaves.
Each leaf seems to be a masterpiece.
Walking down the unpaved road
scattered with round, grey pebbles
I would be struck with awe at the splendor
and beauty surrounding me.
Autumn ... is such a lovely time.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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