The earth changes and goes through all the
four seasons. Winter, Spring, Summer, and my
very favorite, Autumn
When Autumn comes, so lovely and
fair, creates a breath of needed fresh air.
Her life is sometimes good, sometimes bad
sometimes a monster, or a sweet little lamb.
At times, Autumn is very melancholy,
tears fall from her sweet loving eyes.
Other times sunshine will fall on her face,
making everyone smile
When angry, a harsh wind and a cry will
sing all around. No longer so mild, just an
unruly child.
But the tantrum will end and she’ll be
at peace again, but she’s unpredictable,
no one will know when it will happen again.
Autumn comes, changes and leaves so fast,
Tomorrow who knows where she’ll be at.
Nothing is as beautiful as Autumn;
it’s more than just a season to me. For
this poem is not about the wonders of
Fall and is about no season at all.
For if you look carefully, the poem is
about a child, This is about the love of my life,
my little girl who just happens
to have the name of a season; my beautiful
daughter….Autumn
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Ron
It was a pleasure to read
Love & peace be with you
William
Georg
I love this ,
how the Autumn child lives .
Paul
Regis
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Well-penned from first to last verse . . . gorgeous, as-are all your writes!!
LOve and Hugs,
Lance
With Love,
Cindy