An Autumn Poem

{I think I wrote this when I was about eight or nine. Sadly, I think it's probably better than most of the poetry I write nowadays!}

Twisting leaves
Red, yellow, gold
A rush of colour
In the silent air
Fire dancing with the wind.

The ground is frozen
Earth hard and cold
Fragile leafy skeletons
Rattle like beads
Delicate, broken wings.

Creatures rustle in the debris
Unseen, like hiding ghosts
The sky is blue, the air is cold
Breezes play in the leaves
Autumn's whispering voice.

The End

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