In Autumn

We must be of similar ages
For I'd like to completely agree
It's now rather soothing and restful
Tired leaves falling down from a tree

The reds and the browns look so pretty
Before the tree show its bare limbs
So let's enjoy all of the colours
Before our sight finally dims

i like autumn also.

it fills me with a quiet joy

for now I can throw eggs at cars

and blame it on the boy

Cornstalks and pumpkins out in the yard
Indian corn on the door
It's harvest time in the suburbs
(Thanks to the Stop&Shop store)

Trees laid bare,
like souls,
infront of lovers.
Wind caressing the bare branches,
like paramour's touch,
Nature preparing herself,
to dress in new clothes,
come spring.
Carpet of fallen leaves,
laid down,
welcoming winter.
And celebrating,
a new season,
with such vibrant colors,
rainbow hangs his head
In shame.

:-)

There once was a teacher who taught'em
To craft clever verses in autumn
Of riotous leaves
and hearts on their sleeves
And all of the seekers who sought'em

Americans call it The Fall
Though Brits don't understand it at all
It's less than surprising
That Spring's not The Rising
And Winter renamed The Snowball

really dug your poem short, simple and dam effective george

Thank you, Tagged

Wonderfully inspiring George.

Once I was a lifeguard, in love with a female co-worker. As she left for college I stumbled on this song and it became forevermore my song of loss and remembrance.

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

simple leaves, catered fall;
apples red from crate to stall.
sit on the porch, rake on the wall;
take a nap until the winter's gall.

yeah i mean it sometimes people get to caught up in trying to be intellectual instead of being true, poetry i feel at the end of the day is a form of self expression