Autumn Colours
My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.
Shades of red, orange burning clear
My eyes are graced with you each year.
Laced with gold you seem now so clear
All dancing in the autumn air.
My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.
Brenda Meier-Hans
09.02.2014
4th
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment