Rain. Scent through streets; leaves red & gold.
Winds, playing – neither hot nor cold –
don't know how to call it...
Chestnut vendor on the corner;
gentle fire calling us there –
autumn, and her poet.
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Author:
Rin the Magnificent (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Poem about the beauty of autumn, from her admirer.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Gorgeous lil piece !
Thank thee very much, I appreciate the feedback.
Beautiful
Thank thee!
You're welcome
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