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Autumn poem

Updated on January 11, 2012

Autumn poem


Fall is orange

pumpkins and leaves

and cool breezes

that sway trees;

gently undressing them.

Leaves sent skittering

around the frost-tipped grass

crash into bugs and twigs,

and windows and doors.

Costumes are chosen,

and changed, and discarded

as Halloween approaches.

Ghosts, witches, and goblins

creep from every child’s imagination.

and candy is bought and shared

as not-so-ill-gotten gains.

All too soon though,

Jack-o-Lanterns sag;

witches put up their broomsticks,

and costumes are tucked away.

Leaves are raked up

as the wind turns colder.

And the naked trees shiver

as autumn dies.

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      shea duane 5 years ago from new jersey

      another good poem.

    • Casey Cooper profile image
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      Casey Cooper 5 years ago from Collinsville, Illinois

      Thanks. Autumn is my favorite season.

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      Nithya Venkat 5 years ago from Dubai

      Great poem. Voted up.

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      Casey Cooper 5 years ago from Collinsville, Illinois

      Thank you very much.

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