Autumn
My 250th post, to celebrate an other poem from my mum, hope you enjoy it.
AUTUMN
Misty gold the morning
Starts a bright October day
Gossamer cobwebs cling to trees
where young grey squirrels play
Across the fields the secretive fox
Resplendent in his coat of red
Turns at the sound of my footsteps
Then steals back to his bed
The sun peeps over the horizon
and lights the clear blue sky
In it’s rays I stand and watch
Rabbits scurrying by
Trees turning red and gold
their leaves drift to the ground
Dry and bright and golden
they touch with hardly a sound
I walk through woodland paths
with crisp leaves on the ground
How wonderful to be here
When there’s no one else around
JEANETTE McKEE
Misty gold the morning
Starts a bright October day
Gossamer cobwebs cling to trees
where young grey squirrels play
Across the fields the secretive fox
Resplendent in his coat of red
Turns at the sound of my footsteps
Then steals back to his bed
The sun peeps over the horizon
and lights the clear blue sky
In it’s rays I stand and watch
Rabbits scurrying by
Trees turning red and gold
their leaves drift to the ground
Dry and bright and golden
they touch with hardly a sound
I walk through woodland paths
with crisp leaves on the ground
How wonderful to be here
When there’s no one else around
JEANETTE McKEE
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