As the autumn
winds begin to blow
falling leaves
of red,yellow and gold
They fall
on the ground below
a cascade of colors
of red and gold
Squirells playing
in all the trees
as the autumn winds
start to blow
Bringing memories
of you and me
as we watch the leaves
falling from the trees
Squirells building their nest
getting ready for the winter snow
gathering the leaves
from the ground below...
Ezcellent evocation. Autumn
Ezcellent evocation. Autumn has always been a time of intense memories for me, since my Senior year in high school. Go figure. I have never understood why, and by this time of my life I do not care. Your poem is very good, and very moving.
J-Called
don`t know how i missed your
don`t know how i missed your review,i thank you,we have memories in our lives that pertain to the season.some have a lot of winter memories,some summer,but autumn i think is the best ones
ron parrish
There is a mystic meaning to
There is a mystic meaning to autumn which is experienced, but i cannot put it into words.
J-Called
sure you can,just close your
sure you can,just close your eyes and picture your self there
ron parrish
I Bet Autumn Leaves In Tennessee Are Something
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Alone or shared, both experiences are memorable and mellow.What kind of trees do you have there? We are maple, white birch, elder, chestnut, oak, and pine people in Michigan
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lots of pine,several
lots of pine,several flavors,,oak,maple,dogwood for the most part
ron parrish
good read
good read friend
©bishu
thank you my friend
thank you my friend
ron parrish