by, Rosol Hamdi
Autumn, An artist of color and wonder.
I twirl and whirl and then lay under,
The lovely Autumn trees.
Shades of yellow, orange, red, and brown,
Carpeted the pathway.
Sensing a calming breeze,
And smelling the sharp bitter cold,
But sweet perfume,
Of the wintry mist,
Slow dancing with the trees.
The prancing paintbrush paints a scene.
My own eyes are set on the dancing autumn leaves.
Leaves of orange, red and brown,
Steal the show by their charm.
Raindrops trickling down,
On my mustard-yellow raincoat.
Drip! Drop! Plop!
Sings the rain.
Autumn, a dream full of life and pigment,
Paints a scene of dancing leaves.
Treading through the fog and mist,
And through the bare branches of the trees.
Harsh winds do tremble the precious leaves of Fall,
That sprinkle down to the ground, so small.
Tumbling acorns, fir cones, and leaves,
Form a warm carpet beneath the trees.