AutumnA Poem by mockingbird shadowpoem about autumnI open my eyes, to misty morning grays. I see off in the distance, the early sun’s rays. I waited for a moment, snuggled deep in my bed. But like the siren’s song the outside called, the morning chill was the only thing to dread. So I throw off the covers, to be met by the brisk air. To start the day on a good note, not a single care. I throw on my jacket, and step out the door. I look up to the sky, and see colors galore. The trees are like paintings, with orange, yellow, and red. I hear the crunching under my feet, of the ones that are dead. The autumn season has come once again, surrounding me with its glorious beauty. As I view the spectacular changes, of nature at its best adaptability. © 2010 mockingbird shadow |
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Added on September 30, 2010 Last Updated on September 30, 2010 Author
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