YOU ARE READING Random Ramblings in Rhyme Poetry If you would know the poet, read her verse #keepdancing #poetry #writingfromthegut Autumn Lesson 1 0 0 by DonnaWylie by DonnaWylie Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Dead leaves scurry past me I hurry along Trying to match their stride; They're running from winter I'm chasing the spring But we're blowing along side by side.