Autumn

Description of what autumn means to me.

Autumn

I love the autumn's mired hues

Bright red maples and yellows too.

The gold of some, and orange bright

Are wondrous on the mountain heights.

I love the crisp cool autumn days

And mornings filled with soft gray haze.

To take a walk along some trail

I see new colors o'er hill and dell.

Autumn is a special time

It comes before winter's chilling whine.

That's why I love the autumn so

As coats and sweaters on must go.

But the best Autumn of them all

Is my lovely daughter Autumn DuBois.

She's all grown up with children now

But her name always reminds me how...

She came into my life one day

My first born child, a golden ray.

Just like the days the season brings

She makes my heart with joy bells ring.

Author's Note

How do you like this poem and its description of autumn?

Reviews

[Chris]

This is a soft and endearing sharing. Colorful in a very nice way - the wording flows well.