As Summer bows its weary head,
The leaves start turning gold,
Autumn's looming up ahead,
I start to feel the cold,
The wind is ringing through the trees,
The daylight's getting dimmer,
I feel the last of Summer breeze,
As Autumn starts to simmer,
I look forward to the frost,
I love it when it snows,
Memories are never lost,
When the firelight glows,
For through the embers of the fire,
I see flames are dancing,
Dancing to their hearts desire,
spinning round and prancing,
Candles glowing,
bursts of light,
When it's snowing,
Sheer delight,
Casting shadows on the wall,
pictures start to form,
I can feel no ill at all,
Cos I am snug and warm.
6 comments:
Awwww, loved it Mum!
Lv Steve
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beautiful truely beautiful have a lovely weekend hun xxzoexx
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You are so talented.. great poem...sums my feelings up in a nut shell...
Lyn
Thats lovely. .I love Autumn.
Hi, I write poetry myself, but yours is beautiful. well done.
Rach.xxx
Just found your blog my friend your poetry has the quality of taking the reader into the picture you paint with words . thankyou
Take care Dave
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