Autumn Poem by Jane Tomlin

Autumn

Rating: 3.5


As the Autumn leaves are falling
I hear the wind your name it's calling.

As the dark nights draw in further
I hear the wind, it's voice a murmur.

As the conkers fall off the trees
I hear it whistle, an Autumn breeze.

As the flying birds migrate
Quickly before it's too late.

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