Autumn Leaves

An acrostic autumn poem.

Photo by Yamasa-n on Unsplash

At, this time, in early March
Underneath the trees
The wind rustles the colored leaves
Uttered whisperings in the breeze
My mind shifts onto memories
Nearby here and overseas.

Lately, I’ve been thinking
Everlasting summer’s gone
And what is left of summer’s heat
Very soon will then move on
Energy from the sun and summertime
Soon will herald a new dawn.

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David Rudder
2022

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