Leaves fall gently in the air

The cold wind blows

Swirling them there

Leaves of gold and fire red

fill the Autumn atmosphere

and harvest plants shake with dread

Apples ripen pumpkins bloom

And children carve them into heads

Colds spread out Autumn’s gloom

The leaves lie dead upon the ground

The flowers droop with impending doom

At Autumn’s rustling sound


About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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