Golden Green Leaves Poem by James Campbell

A whispering cold autumn breeze,
rustled the crisp, golden green leaves.
An open blue sky,
free to the cold.
A tranquil safe place,
in a bustling world.
The damp soggy grass,
the smell of the dew,
collected around me,
soaking me shoe.
The suns bright and low,
blinding my eyes.
The white trials of planes,
crossing the skies.

A strong wind blows in,
shaking the trees.
Leaving them naked,
bare to the knees.
Their colour is lost,
for the season at least.
But spring will return,
with those golden green leaves.