AUTUMN LEAVES
Twisting and turning, earthward bound
Whistling and churning, spinning round
A gentle breeze to whisk them on
And then, again, they’re earthward drawn.
Oaken brown and chestnut red
Scarlet and garnet, maples bled
Curled and dried and laid aground
Beauty, peace and sleep abound.
Sullen still and quiet creeps
Where this earthly beauty sleeps
From out the hills, a breeze’s call
And sleepers quickly rouse and fall
In dance and merriment.
— Ann Gray
(written in 1943 at age 16)
Published in The National Library of Poetry, 1998
Very impressive!
I especially like
this line:
Scarlet and garnet, maples bled
Geoff M. Pope
This is a GREAT poem!
Well, what is happening?
You have GOD gifted talent. So let's hear new poetry from you today.
Yours, in Christ,
John Michael
Be always safe,
Karen