A carpet of orange dresses the ground,
trees growing bare as leaves flitter down,
nip in the air tells of stark days to come,
but not now at least, the Fall isn't done.
Certainly, creates an Autumn mood. Lovely poem, a delight.
Very beautiful indeed David
Winter is the most dreaded and dreadful season for me, because of my health concerns. That is why I call the fall, "Harbinger of Maladies "..
The fall! Harbinger of maladies! May I invite you to read my poems on Autumn (1) Autumn Skies (2) Bundles of Joy and (3) Doomsday Prophet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful tribute to Fall. Nicely wriiten, David.