Oh for a breeze
To dry out the leaves
Then for some fun
In bright Autumn sun
Kicking through piles
Red, yellow and bronze
Crispy and crunching
And crackling with joy

Why do such simple things make us feel so good?


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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8 Responses to Autumn

  1. deepsspace says:

    Maybe because they’re just so simple and free

  2. Mrs C has often said I make her feel good. I used to think it was a compliment…

    Love the description of autumn leaves. Especially the last two lines. They really bring the image to life.

  3. Now I’m looking forward to piling them up with the grandsons this weekend. Thanks.

  4. Wesley Anne says:

    A beautiful poem! What an image this creates!

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