Thursday, 30 April 2015

Autumn Poem

First day back at school, the air is crisp.

Everyone stands next to the heater

and doesn’t bother to go and play in weather.

Rusty crippled leaves filter from trees then get scuffed by shoes.

Hazy rain faintly drops - you can't hear a sound.

Fractured sticks scatter out like shattered glass

getting trudged on by children's feet.

Feet plunge into depthless puddles,

making minor ripples that collect dirt

and transform them into murky water.

First day back at school, the air is crisp

But there is a hint that summers still here

There are days when autumn blows away

and summer replaces it.
Autumn poem

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