Golden Days of Autumn--Poet's Dozen

with collars turned up, we warm hands in our pockets... winds pilfer the trees ~ The acorns have been bouncing like brown raindrops If I could sell them, I would open a shop ~ As leaves somersaulted in masses from all the russet trees, small children were running to classes, along the littered street ~ Brisk autumn winds, weaving through grass twirl bright golden leaves, fluttered and spun blushing like children, who tumble and laugh playing gymnastics, having their fun with cart-wheeling antics, under the sun __________________________________________________________ Four Forms: Haiku,Couplet,Free Verse,Quintain For Contest sponsored by Silent One "Poet's Dozen" 11/6/15