I walk along the track,
There before me is a wood,
It’s trees changing,
Changing colour.
The reds, yellows and oranges
Fill me with wonder
As Nature’s artwork shows its glory
And Autumn comes to my world.
A time that always brings that wonder,
Brings that wonder to me.
Nature is a natural artist
And over the year shows many canvases
With differing colours each season.
That glory always inspires me,
To show what a wonderful world,
What a wonderful world we have.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 18th, 2023 02:04
- Comment from author about the poem: Autumn is my favourite time of the year.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments4
All was OK until I appeared from around the corner and started singing! lol.
So true Orchi.
Andy
When Orchi sings, do the leaves all fall off? 😁
couldn't agree more .. maybe
Thank you Neville..maybe.
Andy
Indeed!! Beautiful!!!
Thank you LIZ.
Andy
Beautiful imagery. I love autumn as well.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
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