Leaves falling down
across the path
birds flying overhead
green is the grass
brown are the trees
squirrels climbing high
branches hanging low
crows in the air
then on the ground
windy weather all around
Category: Weather
Rain
I feel the rain
For when the clouds begin to gather
Each morning
I see their thoughts collect
of natures wears
and although it may be grey
my feelings are at bay
the sun will shine through
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.
