Who painted you while I was asleep?
With amber hues and colors deep
With golden dancers in the light
Fire red... my soul ignite
Slowly drifting to the ground
In your Autumn blanket...I am now found
The cold wind takes my breathe away
With orange leaves; that beg me stay
Who did all this...with such great ease?
I beg you, beg you tell me please!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn