Autumn slips in slowly,
Stumbling and taking time.
It encourages growing things
To burn brightly,
Before letting them
Fall away.
Autumn is the wind itself,
Determined to be free.
The cold joins in like
And old friend, never
Darting away.
Autumn slips into
Its brother,
Leaving cold and wind.
Forgotten itself,
But never truly falling away.
Author's note:
Okay, I was made to do this, but I'm thanking Liam for holding up the notebook I had this written on while I typed it.
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What Hides In The Dark (A collection of poems)
PoetryPoems about the curious things in our world, and the reality of our world. Pain, darkness, and love, are very real things. They are also interesting things that have been attempted at describing in words. This is my attempt.
