Autumnal Fall Poem by Joey Xela

Autumnal Fall



Autumnal fall when the leaves go crashing to the group swirling in the air in constant circles, tumbling, rolling, gliding to the ground. Rolling in piles, scattered across the forest, the leaves turning into compost, decaying away into the ground. Until next autumn we won't see this beauty of nature again.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Well I just decided to put this down my current thoughts.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 22 January 2014

Like this a lot. Autumn is my favorite season. Having grown up and still residing in New England, I could never live without this time of year. The colors of the leaves, the sound of them crunching underfoot. The smell of them as they soak into the ground. Your poem brings them all to my senses. Nice job.

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