As the autumn
winds begin to blow
falling leaves
of red,yellow and gold
They fall
on the ground below
a cascade of colors
of red and gold
Squirells playing
in all the trees
as the autumn winds
start to blow
Bringing memories
of you and me
as we watch the leaves
falling from the trees
Squirells building their nest
getting ready for the winter snow
gathering the leaves
from the ground below...
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Author:
Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Nicely done! Can’t wait for Autumn!
me either,thank you
Good words about my favourite time of the year ron, thank you.
Andy
mine to andy,thanks
A fine write Ron. We will have what weather we will 'What will be, will be'. I'm totally confused by some weather forecasts in newspapers. Warm - though may rain - bit chilly - will pick up - etc! All in one report.
well in 93 it was in the 80`s next day got 24 inches of snow,shut us down for 11 days thanks
And squirrels make love all winter long
so they are smart,thanks
A beautiful autumnal poem, fabulous poetic rhyming imagery and it has a fine rhyme scheme and rhythm. Kudos!!
Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.
thank you fo the visit
Don’t you just love Autumn? Great write Ron - looking forward to seeing some color change in the trees of Colorado myself. We’re heading to Durango -
thanks,have a good trip
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