No Title Yet Poem by Shaylen Martin

A faint breath blows my hair and the smell of fall is in the air. The humming of a bee working hard to get the needed food for his friends and family for the coming of winter.

A chirp some where in the trees from a bird calling to her baby's.
Rose in the yard running around even thought summers come and gone. I see Rose running threw the leaves as she sings a song about how much she loves her mom. Then she kicks them up with the purest joy!
I hear the kids down the street laughing with joy with the grandparents will they are running around.

There's a faint rustling sound of leaves on the pavement rolling around. I look to my left and see the leaves of red, green and yellow falling from the trees almost with the same grace of the snow when it falls, but instead there's a faint rustling sound added to it. They then make piles on the ground. Not neat ones so as to make it easier to though's who need to get them of the ground and in to the bags, But more like a child with toys throwing them here and there with no care.

I watch as a chipmunk runs by with his cheeks stretched out as far as can be with food to hide away for the winter. He runs back by a short time later on his way back to find more food to put away. On his way by he stops and looks at me as if to say 'hello' but to quickly go for he know he has much work to do!

A flock of Geese fly by on there way to a warmer place to stay.
I hear to crickets singing to one another as if to confess there love to one another like on a musical when to lovers sing to one another confessing how much they love one another.

I watch as the sun slowly sinks down even though its still early.
And watch as my day slowly ends.