AUTUMN
The autumn is within my heart,
The trees are all bare and dried,
Shades of sunsets scattered on the grass ,
In crackling rustles and windy sighs.
The chilling despair is fast approaching
And summer's warmth has long passed by,
Its time to brace myself for the cold
As grief unleashes the storm inside.
YOU ARE READING
Seasons Of The Heart
Poetry"Let the winds of life take you with them, Let the storms blow by and pass, Let the cycles run through again But do not tame the seasons of your heart."
