Autumn; Falling leaves

Leaves on trees turning colour

From green to

Yellow, red and brown

Winds blow

And bring them down

To make a new carpet

A mosaic

Growing deeper as they fall

Stronger blows the cooling wind

Away goes the carpet

Soon twill be cold

Maybe frost

Or

Even snow

How long must we go

Before warm days do return 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Fall is here. Cold days shall come. I like the four seasons. Change of pace. I lived in the tropic and the desert. The Fall days are cool. Change of color and Halloween. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Coyote I like t call it 'The season of colour'
We have winter hollidayed in southern Spain/ Portugal. They dont get the couor change > just hotter or cool

Your picture reminds me of Taverna aka Mini Hollywood where lots of western films were made

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“To make a new carpet..A mosaic”- yours is a strikingly beautiful visual and lovely, timely poem Wild Rose. Great flow- like the fluttering leaves, rhythm and rhyme. You deftly capture Autumn’s brief beauty. The last two lines echo my thoughts exactly. We will just have to wait and hibernate!

[Wild Rose]

I knew of a space in the park across from work - out of the wind where I often went to have lunch, with no interruptions _ I often watched the leaves blowing _ And the park attendant attempting to gather them into his barrow > then as he went to collect more - the first lot blew away - poor chap - he was a bit slow - every one knew him & passed the time of day