Autumn

Gold, brown, russet and green,
So many colors to be seen,
Numerous leaves scattered around,
Forming a carpet on the ground,
Down they come twirling and swirling,
Then lying still with edges curling
There they die, no more to grow,
Scattered wherever the wind will blow.

by Anne Williams

Other poems of ANNE WILLIAMS (2)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.