The tree Branch,
Bared,
From the Autumn air,


Observing Autumn

The tree Branch,
Bared,

From the Autumn air,

The leafs brilliant fire,
Extinguished.

A crisp wind blows,
Letting all of us know,

That yet another season has come.

Another day
Will come to pass,

When the leaves will fall gently,
And lay in the grass.

The reds,
The yellows,
The colorful hues.

The crunch,
The smell ,

Under my shoes,

While walking down an Autumn path.





Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 19:12

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betsy Firefly
A colorful canvas that evokes many feelings since you've carefully called on several of them in this lovely little poem!
2007-03-02