i heart autumn...

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited October 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
pumpkin patches make the world go round, as do love and kittens. and cold hands wearing mittens. there's orange pieces of tree in your hair, and red circles on your cheeks. i could stare at you for weeks until the snow makes it's dive to the ground, and then i'd still want you around to hold me in the chilly air and run your mittened fingers through my hair making it static reaching to the clouds...
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • nice images of_the_girl.....you inspired me to wirite this

    autumn is a beautiful time of year,
    red and orange leaves paint the ground
    the wind whistles thru the trees
    as nature grinds thru her gears
    blowing leaves like giant colorful raindrops
    autumns musical sounds

    while mother nature prepares to sleep aftter their fall
    letting ole man winter make his return, his call
    when he'll blow and blow and snow
    his wet and white stuff,
    covering the frozen ground
    while we wear coats and muffs

    till the birds start to sing
    the colors of decay
    giving away
    to the cycle of life
    with rebirth in the spring
    with buds on trees, new leaves
    flowers burst open with color
    and we start anew, all over again
    Create Good Things........
    Graduate of the School for Sexual Gifted....magna cum loads
  • nice images of_the_girl.....you inspired me to wirite this

    autumn is a beautiful time of year,
    red and orange leaves paint the ground
    the wind whistles thru the trees
    as nature grinds thru her gears
    blowing leaves like giant colorful raindrops
    autumns musical sounds

    while mother nature prepares to sleep aftter their fall
    letting ole man winter make his return, his call
    when he'll blow and blow and snow
    his wet and white stuff,
    covering the frozen ground
    while we wear coats and muffs

    till the birds start to sing
    the colors of decay
    giving away
    to the cycle of life
    with rebirth in the spring
    with buds on trees, new leaves
    flowers burst open with color
    and we start anew, all over again

    very lovely! proud to inspire such a sweet poem. :) take care now!
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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