The wind blows gently against the trees,
The branches rustle,
And begin to creek.
The leaves begin to fall and flee,
soon there will be no leaves left to see.
The tree stands naked,
The grass is brown.
The air is bitter as you breathe,
As the cold air fills your lungs,
Autumn well and truly came around.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
