Seasons

by littleone   Jan 14, 2016


The leaves turn orange, red, and brown
and with a slight breath
the wind is finally capable to blow them down.
You know the season is no longer summer.

Its that feeling that arises as you sit and watch the leaves fall
off the tree branches. Its almost like meditation. You begin to understand the complicated things.

The calming sound of the fallen leaves being raked up and walked on is one of sweet bliss. You know that in just a few short months winter will take over and it will chill all objects in sight, but for now the weather is right, so enjoy the beautiful fall night.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Cindy

    Nice job describing Fall
    Take care
    Cindy

  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello and welcome to P&Q.

    I really enjoyed reading your poem. Your description of Autumn is filled with textured imagery and sound too.

    Well done, an excellent piece. I hope to read more from you.

    Take care,

    Michael