As the sun descends, The trees seem to point skyward. Leaves cling to branches.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Good-bye to summer. The trees seem to beckon me. Fall's beauty: behold
He loked in the air As all the beautiful leaves Fell off the branches.
I held a small leaf; Watched it slowly drift away In crisp morning air.
Pretty butterflies Will land on the leaves To absrb sun's heat.
Leaves dropped in a stream Will float along the surface; Move with the water.
Gentle gusts of wind Allows leaves to float and skip; Tumble on the ground.
On a windless day Leaves drift directly downward And land on the ground.
deciduous life— awaits the final touches to a masterpiece…
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
Vibrant Autumn leaves Seem to shimmer in the sun; Fiery display
There's a soft whisper As the wind moves through the air And flaps autumn leaves.
Let go of the old As the Autumn season starts, A symbol of change.
