AUTUMN

Sunlight streams through window pane,
Hues of orange/yellow filled my waking eyes,
Meadow larks sang their chirpy tune,
Summer has gone, but will come again.
~♥~
Trees who's leaves are golden brown,
Blowing gently, in the morning breeze,
Sky so clear with its shade of blue,
Autumn comes to a sleepy Town.
~♥~
Cocooned in quilt of feathery down,
Warm and snug I idly lay,
Eyes still sleepy from my dreams,
I arise to face another day.
~♥~
Smoke from yonder factory puffs,
workers drifting to their work,
golden leaves about their heads,
As wind blows o'er the terraced roofs.
~♥~
Crisp & crunchy underfoot, icy leaves galore,
Jack frosts nipping old and young,
Little fingers numb with cold,
Days are growing ever shorter, AUTUMN is no more.
by

Oaky Wood
©2001-2005