Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

Tale As Old As Time

A tranquil, Autumn stroll
Parched Northern air
The day would soon unfold
The preceding day’s heir

A humble October chill
Tickles nature’s spine
A predictable daily twill
A tale as old as time

An array of colored trees
Umbrella the path beneath
Framing the dance of leaves
As Mother Nature breathes

Home, is soon in focus
As their walk comes to an end
They blow a gentle kiss
In hopes they meet again

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Ralph Sergi October 9, 2017 at 3:01 PM A sweet poem of walking in the Fall. Hopefully they'll meet again.

Tim Smith October 8, 2017 at 8:06 AM A lovely walk through nature...beautiful Anna

Russell Sivey October 8, 2017 at 5:37 AM What a sweet little poem my friend! I really loved how the poem had an awesome rhythm to it, such a grandiose rhyme, even slant rhyming was great! You have delivered upon mother natures whims and produced a masterful piece here this morning! What a fantastic write, Great Work!!