The summer went past
The days are going really fast
This is the time of year when the leaves fall
There's so many on the ground you can't count them all
Every time when the wind comes the leaves blow in my face
By the time they have all fallen they are all over the place
They are coloured as you can see
They are pretty as can be
Red, Orange, Green and Brown
They are all lying on the concrete ground
They have all fallen off the tree
The leaves are all sticking to me
This is Autumn as you can see
I'm playing in the leaves as happy as can be.
My favorite season too, full of color, emotion, crispy air and a sigh of relief after the heat of summer....
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Autumn is my favorite season, but some years in Minnesota we don't get autumn, summer fades and an early winter swallows up the time that should be Autumn. Your poem is set in what I love most of all - Autumn as late summer, an extended summer of harvests and colors. I felt myself dancing - or stumbling - through that riot of colorful leaves you bring to life. I could feel the warmth of the autumn day giving way to the coolness of the autumn night, and it's so invigorating - Your poem captures those magical moments when autumn seems like it will last and last. If only it could - but alas winter looms and glowers nearby!
Awk I totally agree with you. Autumn is so beautiful and so vibrant of the colours of the leaves. What I love the most is the autumn night sunsets. Anno sames wish it could. Thankyou for your kind words, I appreciate it!