Autunm dashes in,
With a flurry of color,
It swirls round and round,
Each blast stronger then the other.
Hurricanes of crimson leaves,
Flutter down to earth.
The tranquil world below,
Not aware of winter’s looming curse.
The warm fall sunshine,
And the crisp autumn breeze,
Filters down to the dry ground,
Between the empty trees.
Starr, a wonderful job capturing the essence of fall... well done! ! Brian
Starr a wonderful poem written by one so young a perfect description of autumn cheers Sylvie
Although I went to Memorial HS, I dropp the old enmities. This is such a fine poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can I borrow your mind. A poem that grabs the power, Yes power, of Autumn. ~Inkweaver Warrior