An English Autumn Poem by Karen Colibri

An English Autumn



It is Autumn and I am tired,
Let me pull up a warm, golden blanket to rest,
Let the soft, golden sunshine comfort me,
As autumn lets its hair down and sheds its old skin
Until I awaken opening the door to the gentle blows of Arctic air
And everything feels alive to me again.

Thursday, October 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Autumn
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