The beauties of the natural season of autumn in a poem |
Autumn I shed my tears on the autumn day Let shredded leaves blow in my way I see the oxbow lake in all its green This autumnal world is not what is seems The squirrels collect their cone shaped provisions Making sure of careful decisions Leaping from the hand shaped sticks Like tom jumping over the candlestick The final sights of winged frog food The rutting deer begin to woo A season of sleep preparation All across the dying nation So goodbye leaves, I cry you away Say goodbye to this year's day And with the final look that last I steal I really love the autumnal feel |