Autumn

The chilly wind blows ever so gently through the neighborhood.

The children play happily, without a care in the world.

Adults are talking and the birds are singing happy messages to each other.

Everything is getting ready for the cold winter ahead.

The trees once beautiful and green; now brown and asleep, sway slightly in the wind.

The leaves let go one by one and fall lightly to the ground.

The earth is so peaceful, so serene.

Autumn, the season in which every creature great or small relaxes and enjoys life. I Know It's Autumn

Written by my daughter:
Renee Holloway
January 10, 1991

"This isn't a rhyming poem, just the way I saw the world, on this particular day."