Autumn

another old poem from 6 years ago

The wind blows my hair in different directions.
The clouds are gray and the sky looks gloomy.
The leaves crunch under my feet as I walk on the sidewalk.
The leaves have changed colors on the tress and they fall to the ground
The days are growing shorter and the nights longer
No more warm days because Spring is gone and Autumn has come.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The season change and we must change with them. I like the change of seasons. Allow us to celebrate the birth of spring. A very strong poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Cynthia]

That's a short but pretty good story.
You brought out the message clearly
in this short sentences, !great poem!