deepundergroundpoetry.com

Mother Autumn

The outside perfume rushes
through the open door,
reminding me of the season,
Fall is making home
upon the land.
 
Autumn blows her kisses
upon my cheeks, leaving
a cold chill to roll down
my back.
 
The trees bow their leafs,
as they slowly fall and
change color.
 
Mother autumn is no stranger
to the Meadows and Hill’s,
she visits once a year.
 
🍃🍂
Written by AutisticPoet (Amanda or Mandy)
Published
Author's Note
This is my favorite time of year. I am very allergic to the sun's rays and my sweet so I suffer in the summer with rashes fever and itching.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 421
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 7:25am by Josh
POETRY
Today 5:16am by Duende
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:24am by SweetKittyCat5
POETRY
Today 2:42am by Tallen
POETRY
Today 1:24am by Stoney223
POETRY
Today 1:19am by Betty