Autumn
A chill in the air as leaves fall,
Under cover of darkness Jack Frost makes his first visit,
Turning shades of brown and red trees know the time of year,
Under the trees fallen fruit for the next generation of life,
Mellowing colours in the countryside,
Now everything is slowing down ready for winter.
By Christopher Tye
Those foliage, changing colours like us changing life...but we be better and wiser not to fall faster...i like the scenery you set here :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have the seasons spot on...each one just as speical in their own way..... Annette