Autumn

See the hazy light blue sky
Golden leaves are falling
The brown old trees give a sigh
You can hear them calling

Hear the crinkly golden leaves
Crunching under children’s feet
Listen to the dead old trees
The stomping makes a beat

Smell the creamy steamy air
Steak pie is on my plate
Dessert cooking in the oven as we stare
More children running towards the gate

Feel the wind against your face
Red and orange whirl about
Drifting into every place
Leaves of course no doubt

Taste the soup run down your throat
It’s as smooth as silk
Sailing down like a boat
Served with a drink of milk

Autumn.

by Glory Adeola

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