Amanda Sullivan Poet Ekphrasis

Crispness of Autumn

Rough footsteps sifting through the crisp, torte leave's,
a grey matter of cloud's over head,
the crisp, crunch of the fresh fallen leave's,
it stills my beating heart,
that noise, 
that simple sound,
I aghast.

The array of colors,
falling at their masses,
I want to skip, to run,
and hear the vital sounds beneath,
a laugh, a smile, a grin,
of what might have and could of been.

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Hazel Connelly October 15, 2012 at 1:42 PM I love Autumn, I think it's the changing of colours and the falling leaves. :-) Amanda Sullivan October 23, 2012 at 9:35 AM Thank you Hazel, yes my fav season by far xx :)

Jack Ellison October 6, 2012 at 1:04 PM This reminds me of my childhood way back when! Playing in the leaves was one of those fun things we looked forward to every autumn! Thanks for the memories... hugs, Jack Amanda Sullivan October 23, 2012 at 9:37 AM Hi Jack, yes kids don't play out like they used to in the fresh air, to busy on game consoles now ;( which is a shame loved running thru the crisp brown and red colored leaves and hearing the crunch under foot!!!!! Glad you liked it thank you xx :)