The wind, how it howls like a ghostly breath
the scents of rotting pumpkins
like the clammy hand of death.
Halloween is long gone
but the Autumn season is not yet done.
The leaves once were vibrant green,
a beautiful color, I haven't seen.
Not since the Summer season ended.
But, the colors have drained, it's just not fair
Summer is no longer in the air
The icy grip of Winter nearing,
Summer's warm hugs disappearing,
Autumn is here.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem