Autumn Tree Poem by Akina Tran

The morning hot sun
filtered through the
amber leaves
as if its
on fire
the soft whispers of
the breezy wind
traveled through the field
the flapping of
wings as the
birds glide
in the air the leaves
floated through the wind
twirling like a dancer
clouds rise moving with
the sun
soon later that day
the sun faded like a strong whirlwind of dust
the stars form shining in the dim
dark sky as the
cresent moon
rise