Leaves swirl in the autumn breeze
Golden brown
They crackle in the wind
Swooping through the cobbled streets
of the old, autumn town
Oaks sheds their summer skins
falls breath
it whistles in
The Badgers sleep, the robins hush
to the sound of Septembers sunset
all lies still for the autumn dusk.
A contest entry
- September by Tamera.
1200 points, ended September 5, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I liked the title on this one. My favorite line described leaves "swooping through the cobbled streets". Thank you for entering this poem.
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That's lovely darling. You made such a nice warm feeling of Autumn. Love it.
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Thank you for entering! I will comment fully at judging.
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