Colors changing all around
Lofting slowly to the ground
Wind comes in swirls and gust
To wear a jacket, is now a must
The smell of a wood fire hangs in the air
Mornings are crisp with fog everywhere
A feeling of loss clings to my mind and heart
Autumn has cast it's spell on me and my art
10/1/11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem