Grass not the same shade of green Is duller now and lost it's sheen Less tender leaves they rattle Like old parchment becomes brittle Apples ripen above hungry bees Anxiously buzzing under trees Crickets chirping keeping time Ancient rythmic seasons' chime Youthful deer crossing clover fields More bolder than an old doe shields Birds lifting together rise And settle back to each surprise A sunset paints some golden skies Stage is set...for a harvest moonrise
great poem Yankee, have been feeling autumn coming where I live too...we have a lot of ever greens but the deciduous trees are mixed in to give a good contrast with their colors....
Such is the expression of season over the land when summer dies and all that was new becomes old and passes on....or passes away.
jeddah12singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeSep 8, 2011
well written and very nice discription about the changing of leaves and seasons,i wish i could see those falling leaves here, but nah,,singapore is always warm,rain and humid..enjoyable read sir,nice poem
arose1791Emporia, Kansas USASep 8, 2011
I like that, it brought me back to the times of youth and the joy I saw in the fall ty
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