The wind blows so strongly,
Bringing leaves to the ground,
I walk with nature longingly,
As Autumn starts to abound.
The green of the trees is turning,
As the artwork starts to show,
I see the trees start burning,
As Nature begins its glow.
My favourite time is coming,
Bringing beauty to my eyes,
My heart begins its drumming,
As Summer becomes a guise.
So come on Autumn, come home to me,
And fill me with your wonderful beauty.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2024 01:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Autumn is my favourite time of the year.
- Category: Reflection
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Beautiful, my favourite time of year 🍂🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁
Argh! Stay a bit longer Summer, please! Some trees in our area don't lose their leaves until near November.
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