Autumn It Is
AUTUMN IT IS
Foot sinking into green carpet’s moss
Natural earthly tender cross
Autumnal soul of the forests
Lingering sounds up the crests
Open wide bird’s prison cage
Finally free it hurridly escapes
Trees foliage slowly undresses
leaves into mud get pressed
Follow the winding road
Away of hunting crowd
Listen to nature’s silence
Free of human’s guidance
Riverbed serpentine overflows
Hush hush sound of crows
Mist swallows surroundings
Swirls the breeze in bindings
Shadowy sceneries autumnal
Such a magnificent proposal
Yellow orange brown and prune
Turning into a painter’s colored tune
Autumn it is
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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