5 degrees.
Wet trees
Drip yesterday’s rain.
The autumn came
Bringing acorns
And precious rain
To woodland lawns.
5 degrees.
Wet trees
Drip yesterday’s rain.
The autumn came
Bringing acorns
And precious rain
To woodland lawns.
Autumn’s dead
Leaves rot
In winter’s earth.
Spring will bring
Earth’s rebirth.
In honour of the season, I have reproduced below my poem, Autumn, which can be found in my collection Light and Shade https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX. Autumn is an acrostic. You can find out about acrostics here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic.
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August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed its store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn,
Now leaves feed the ground.
Many thanks to Annette for the following review of my collection of poetry “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”:
“I am so happy to have a copy of this book. Author. Kevin Morris, has such capture of the world around him and uses his command of words to craft poetry
that stimulates the senses. One of the poems in this volume, spoke to me specifically. Autumn Breeze made me smile, as I am an autumn born, baby and that
time of year always makes me smile. Congratulations, K. Morris, on a most delightful, though provoking book that I shall read again and again”.
For the original review please visit this link, http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1737069156.
Kevin