little robin
sitting on a branch
they both sway in the wind
as autumn begins
Category: autumn
Roses
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
Autumn leaves
Autumn leaves,
crunch under my feet.
Their disheveled shapes,
fallen cries.
Each tree, shakes off
its branches, in the wind.
As the season turns
and the weather changes.
Our paths become,
that of one,
who is lost in colour
and cannot change.
Echoes of Life 