just so that you know, the lines in italic are winter, the ones that are regular are autumn. it would work better if I could colour the text but oh well.
The rosy pink on my cheeks, and the paleness of my complexion,
The warmth of the sun lightening my hair and kissing my skin,
When the cold wind bites, carrying along silver and white flecks, disintegrating at my touch,
The leaves painting themselves orange, tinting the dark green jagged grass while tickling my feet
The dark, cloud covered grey sky setting a mood of sorrowfulness and dullness,
The smell of pumpkin wafting through the air along with the subtle scent of smoke from burning fires
The dancing branches, shaking rhythmically to their own beat above the world,
The sound of crunching crackling leaves intriguing my senses,
The sound of laughter and the pops of bright hues hidden in the snow, allow me to remember,
The slight breeze blowing back my wild unkempt hair, reminded me,
That it's September
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The Big Book of Poems
Poetry"Poetry is formed when our emotions become thoughts and thoughts become words." -Robert Frost This will be a book full of poems that I write whenever I am struck w...
