An Elegy For Autumn Poem by Taylor S

An Elegy For Autumn



The blowing wind
The crisp, cool air
Leaves of yellow and auburn
Dew of the morning light
Reflecting off the blades of grass
Wishing it were back again

Writing a story in colors
With the breeze as the quil
It writes stories of old
And makes room for the new
Watching it make the Earth turn
Waiting for it to come home

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Steven Taylor 20 May 2009

very nice! it reminds me of a piece i wrote titled October Sun

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