Autumn's Dawn

I was sitting on a rock and looked at my surroundings.

Trees fallen in the pathways

Leaves rest upon the earth

Squirrels scurry amongst the trees

Hissing and chattering

Breath now fogs in the air

Extremities brisk to the touch

Goosebumps violate the skin

Shivering consumes

Autumn is afoot

Soon the snow will blanket these grounds

A beautiful death

That only reveals itself once a year 

Reviews

[Relic]

It pays to sit on rocks. :) Observation is one of the strongest traits of a poet. Your descriptions are poetic in nature. You have a skilled pen and it shows. Great poem.

[A. Amos]

Last two lines were mesmerizing! Well done...

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you!

[The Twin Arenas]

did you mean to say "shattering"? That was my favorite part.

[NymphetamineDame]

Nope. I meant to put chattering. Woops.

[The Twin Arenas]

ohhhhhh. s**t.