Fall

Short poem.

Darkness flies through a whispering window

Hush, my world is fast asleep

As guardian angels dance through the leaves

The morning is yet young, brightened in its cheer

Come here baby, don't worry because fall is near.

Reviews

[Lena M. P.]

Soothing like a lullaby. I like the thought of the angels dancing in the autumn leaves. Nicely written.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Very refreshing.