Autumn Poem by nic hillen

The changing cycle of a seasonal swap
Farmers harvest there final crop
The warm evenings
drift away
Vibrant colours a magical display
The winds cuts deep like razor wire
Leaves dance around like flames of fire
Cooler air drifts from
the east
Animals forage for a needed feast
a race of time
to build up fat
In preparation for the winters nap
The icy air starts
to creep
Surviving leaves admit defeat
Emerald leaves carpet the ground
and vibrant textures yellow and brown
A flawless picture an inspiring view
Crispy mornings brings dancing dew
The naked trees stand in prevail
Will soon be part of a winters tale
The lake forms a
icy glass
As autumn days will merely pass