Hi Autumn Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Hi autumn
Always so sweet
Withering blossom
In colorful treat
Now is the time
Before winter comes
Of withering prime
Falling blossoms

I have had days
Sweet and young
So many ways
To give and long
Next year soon
You‘ll come again
With May and June
Over green glen

Hi young fall
With leaves plunging
Soon winter call
In dreamy longing
The night is then in
With star shine glow
Moon shadow spin
And glittering snow