The Landscape Of The Late Fall Poem by Kinsley Lee

Kinsley Lee

November, in the afternoon, the sun is bright
And the leaves give off the golden gleam.
On the benches, under the trees, the winds are light
And the old sit on and bathe the sunny beam.

Their talking is not heard but looks that funny.
They are looking around the autumn leaves
And talking. But butterflies don't fly for honey
Anymore to the chamomile's floral leaves.

For what's the theme that they are talking?
The passed day's glories or today's so-so.
But it would not end their laughing and talking.
Already, the cold of the evening blow.

The leaves do try to stick on the boughs,
And the sky is colored by the evening glow.
They wear the caps for hiding the brows,
But the mischievous winds tangle the sprouting snow.