Still-Life Autumn
With hot coffee in hand,
I am looking out my picture window.
I see the autumn leaves being blown off the trees,
beautiful leaves in colors of red, gold and orange.
Time to leave for work,
out the door I must run.
I am running over a beautiful carpet,
a carpet made from the falling autumn leaves.
Crush~crush I hear,
the falling leaves beneath my purple shoes.
Into my car I must go,
as the frisky squirrels run up a big oak tree.
Autumn when the days turn cool and beautiful,
I know winter will soon be here.
Date Written: 12/15/2022
2 Place
Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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