Poems

Autumn.

IMG_7260

On opening my front door this morning
I saw the signs of autumn calling
As trees start shedding
their summer coats,
and leaves fall to the ground
crisp, golden brown.
Chasing each other
swirling round and round,
caught up in the wind
or in heaps on the ground.
A wonder of nature
that in something dying,
such beauty can be found.



By Alison Fielding.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.