October bliss

In the distance, day is dawning,
I miss the moon's immaculate rays...

The smell of autumn is rising...
how I adore these October days.

The trees hold a prism of colour
I love the sound of leaves beneath my feet.
The orange and red, the colour of heat.

One by one the leaves fall down, and my smile fades...





Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2005-10-12 at 00:34

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AmonTheDark
i live in the country and reading this makes me glad i still do.
2005-10-12


R.K.Singh
Very good indeed. Short and crisp.
R K
2005-10-12


penfold18
Excellent ,the leaves beneath my feet,the smell of autumn, Iwas raised in the country this brings it all back to me ,keep up the good work.
2005-10-12



A very good poem with a touch of romanticism...
2005-10-12