Fall Poem

Falling Leaves

Autumn can be a nice season of the year, but it can also be a cold one in its lead-up to winter. This poem relays my thoughts about autumn and what it means to me. I see it as a dance.

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Autumn's Dance

Laura J Sanders © more by Laura J Sanders

Published by Family Friend Poems October 19, 2022

Autumn leaves dance gaily around,
they swirl in a haze towards the ground.
Auburns, golds, russets, too,
offering different shapes, differing hues.

The wind picks up and blows the trees.
The foliage is carried from the canopies.
Fine English Oak and Beeches shed all to the land.
Maples and Sycamores add to the dance.

Falling, falling with the season's formation,
picking up speed, they collect for soil fermentation.
Witnessing the act brings happiness, delight,
but it can also be a sobering, somber sight.
Winter will at last be on its way.
The cold, icy blast will freeze leaves well away...

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ABOUT THE POET:

I enjoy writing poetry when I receieve the inspiration and I am finding there are plenty of topics to write about which I am keen for anyone to read.I also enjoy playing and listening to music and I play the guitar, ukulele, harmonica, and Irish tin whistle.

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