I run out the door,
Feeling the cold autumn air.
I feel rain on my face.
Raindrops here and there.
Trees are shedding their brown leaves,
That once were so green.
Leaves are falling,
Rain in between.
Summer was here yesterday-
But now it isn't here.
Geese are flying south-
Their loud voices in my ear.
Autumn came so suddenly,
So fast I couldn't see.
But isn't autumn wonderful?
With that you should agree
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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1 comment:
That's a nice poem.
But sad.
I like summer.
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