ron parrish aka wordman

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...



  • Author: Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2020 19:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Dove

    Nicely done! Can’t wait for Autumn!

  • Goldfinch60

    Good words about my favourite time of the year ron, thank you.


  • orchidee

    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.

    • ron parrish aka wordman

      well in 93 it was in the 80`s next day got 24 inches of snow,shut us down for 11 days thanks

    • dusk arising

      And squirrels make love all winter long

    • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

      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.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      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 -

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