The reasons why I love Autumn, the most colourful and beautiful season in my eyes. :)
By now it's ten thirty With every drink, I'm getting older
the leaves are carried by the wind colours of yellow, amber, all in-between
Autumn is here
This is for the competition
By: Me
the warm colored leaves fall through the cool morning breeze . the sent of apple pie wafts through my neighbors open window
Poem for the Fall contest. I walked around my town a little bit to get the idea.
Autumn is the season of capture and release. It rebels in its authenticity, it silences the summer breeze. Autumn is naive as the leaves falling on the paved ground, it leaves an imprint in the shadow...
The odds of autumn described in a prose poem which is melancholic in nature.
The reasons why I love Autumn, the most colourful and beautiful season in my eyes. :)
By now it's ten thirty With every drink, I'm getting older
the leaves are carried by the wind colours of yellow, amber, all in-between
Autumn is here
This is for the competition
By: Me
the warm colored leaves fall through the cool morning breeze . the sent of apple pie wafts through my neighbors open window
Poem for the Fall contest. I walked around my town a little bit to get the idea.
Autumn is the season of capture and release. It rebels in its authenticity, it silences the summer breeze. Autumn is naive as the leaves falling on the paved ground, it leaves an imprint in the shadow...
The odds of autumn described in a prose poem which is melancholic in nature.