catie's poetry book🥀

moving on - an original poem

I miss the days

When the sun would glow on my skin

When daisies would blossom at my toes

Now the leaves fall off the trees

In colours of red, orange, and brown

Dents and lines making up their shrivelled spines

Then what if I think

This is another type of beauty?

I loved Spring, with its life dancing at every step I took

Though now I think it's time to move on to Autumn