Ghosts: Are they for real OR are they a memory of people we met?
By Timothy E Jonesabout a year ago in Poets
They hide in the dark Then they jump out saying “BOO!” Followed by: “Trick or treat!”
Butterflies falling Colorful litter. Feeds a New generation
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
Last leaf is falling— mother would have picked it up for her evening tea
By DramaTabout a year ago in Poets
drops fall on a stream a restless water skipper strides so gracefully
By Scarlett Mellin about a year ago in Poets
The dead understand How vice and folly play out They try to warn us
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Summer's glance is gone, didn't even realize all the things we've done...
By Anna about a year ago in Poets
Summer leaves envy The glow of autumn colours Fearless of winter
By Jerry Liangabout a year ago in Poets
Skeletons, clad in fraying hems - seasonal reds. "Whoooo..." goes the wind. BOO!
By Caroline Janeabout a year ago in Poets
Burnt orange fronds whoosh- maples squint, harvest flickers, leafing through my fall
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
I hold memories Guilty as the fallen leaves Sweet lies in summer `````````````````````` Come clean in autumn Crushed and poured in the hourglass
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
Time? a bitter cup Taste the dredges of summer Leaves fall, Grab some fun
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
