Autumn's Breeze

A fictional day of what an Autumn day could be like, portraying the color orange.

The warmth of the morning sun
Brushes my face
As it shines through
The kitchen window.

The smell of homemade pumpkin pie
Climbs up my nose,
Lingering throughout the house.

The Autumn air is crisp and cool.
Leaves helicopter to the ground.
Monarchs flutter in the wind.
Foxes explore around.

I sit on the tree swing,
With candy corn in my hand,
Tasting the sweet sugar
Melt in my mouth.

I observe the kids
Playing basketball,
The marigolds dancing
To the music of Mother Nature.

The dusk sky
Is painted tangerine.
Crackling warm fire
Awaits me,
To soothe Autumn’s breeze.
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Awards:

 At least you won and award! Apr 21, 2013

• Colour's Poetry
• Autumn's Breeze-The Color Orange

Author's Note

I know this isn't dark like my other works, but I made this for a color contest. Hope you enjoy this little taste of Autumn. Hope you enjoyed the reading. Any and all criticism is appreciated. Take Care! Stay Strong! :)

Reviews

[Mark Anthony Games (Hum..]

Is there room on your swing for two?? I am sat in a cold and raining England. Your poem gave me much needed warmth, thank you

[Blue Belle]

Lol. This was completely fictional. It's spring where I live.

[Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)]

Well you made it summer anywhere a person is reading your words!

[Blue Belle]

Actually, Fall

[Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)]

Fall??? What is Fall, I am a pom you know!! Ha ha

[SeaBreezes]

I like it, I saw the pictures in my mind when I was reading it:)

[Blue Belle]

Thanks