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Autumn Of The Year
by Charles M HarrisonAs the air turns colder
dead leaves float gently down.
There to land upon the breast
of the waiting ground.
In the sky flocks of birds
fly in a southern way,
And the sun shines in the sky
a little less each day.
In the crisp evening
children shout and play.
Young couples huddle close
as they stroll a fairs midway.
Mother natures offspring
prepare for colder days.
Each one has their own
unique and special ways.
All those around can feel
that a change is drawing near,
It comes always at this time
in the Autumn of the year.
10/16/1989 Posted on 10/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 Charles M Harrison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/15/06 at 02:59 AM Classic, nice rhyming flow, very appealing. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/15/06 at 03:31 AM Really nice image. You did a great job of capturing it. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 10/15/06 at 03:40 AM Hi Charles,
It's lovely. You've captured it beautifully.
Flows very smoothly. Yes, it's here. But, not we're having winter weather, in the fall. |
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