Autumn
in Fall Poems
Misty mornings, frosted lawns
The wind is blowing a winter's song.
Changing colors of the leaves,
in Fall Poems
Misty mornings, frosted lawns
The wind is blowing a winter's song.
Changing colors of the leaves,
Very good. It brings me back to my childhood days when I would know that Autumn was on the way. The colors, the harvest, the year-end holidays and the coolness of the nights and early...
in Courage Poems
You fight your whole life
to be seen,
to be different,
to be understood.