Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow,
Morning dew glistens and the sun is mellow.
I enjoy a cool walk in morning's freshness,
Yet memories of lost summer linger precious.
Beside tall trees the grass is turning brown,
Birds sing as colored leaves are coming down.
I see a scarecrow, in the breeze fluttering,
And the faded dying blooms without numbering!
Autumn's here and will be with us for awhile,
I see bales of hay stacked in orderly piles,
Geese are growing restless, ready for flight,
In search of another summer and other sights.
There is no sadness in your Autumn. Just very original pictorial movement and beautiful colors. Just lovely!
Beautiful poetic expression embellished with crystal clear images and magnificent rhyme. It brings out the very best of autumn. To my Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love autumn but the way you depicted in your poem, I love it more