Autumn

RSS

By Lunaria

Autumn Tis the season before winter cold When nature turns to red and gold The green lush grass stops growing Right before it starts snowing I love the season of different hues When I can still walk without my shoes When we can roast around the fire And heavy clothes we don't require When the harvest moon brightly shines When Mars and Jupiter combines And all is at last quiet in the night Everything in heaven and earth is right This is the season I love the best Right before nature takes a rest And goes to sleep for a long winter night When all of earth becomes all white For then it is very, very cold And there is no more red and gold But sparkling white all across the land In spite of the cold it looks so very grand Then is when I wear my winter white The cold wind my tender cheek does bite My black fur boots come up to my knees So my bare legs and feet don't freeze I play in this winter wonderland of white I try to stay warm with all my might But my favorite season comes before this When nothing in the earth is amiss. Copyright © 2008 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

No comments yet.