Autumn Dreams

My favorite time of year is autumn.

Autumn kissed my soul
with her beautiful fall.

My imagination ate the star’s,
as the moon stole the sky.

With bountiful wonder leaping
from my eyes, I am left floating
through the oceans of my dreams.

Autumn wakes, with her brown,
red and orange gowns.

As autumn approaches with eyes
wide-open to greet the earth,
the leafs fell to her feet
as her breath froze the ground,
she woke to winter’s kiss.

As I rise with the tides
my mind began to drift,
reality is calling, this
dream is ready to lift.

Author's Note

Please be kind. I am autistic and I am trying. I am using a cell phone to post so spell check might cause errors. I will correct them when I am capable.

Reviews

[Kerra]

My imagination ate the star’s,
as the moon stole the sky.

Love this part, this is wonderful. I wouldn't worry about spell check too much,
you can express yourself anyway you like.

[Amanda]

Thank you.