Sunday, 10 May 2015

Autumn poem




Autumn comes early to this new year

No sun no cricket gear

but crunchy acorns trot along beside my feet,

the wind tumbles them over and along

and soggy leaves lay there stiff

from rain water so strong.

and a brown tree has its leaves falling off

from the chilly wind blowing them

Chattering birds peck for worms

and the dark sky looks like a gem


Autumn comes early to this new year

No sun no cricket gear

But on this bare tree one leaf will survive

and one season later many will be alive.


1 comment:

  1. I like how your poem ends with the optimism of looking forward to the next season, when the trees will be covered with leaves again.

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