AN: This is my second FictionPress poem. The last one was sucky. I hope this is better(shorter, but better) Oh, and btw, i just wrote a really cool story(or so I think)


Colours raining down from the sky

dried up leaves flowing by.

Oh how I dearly welcome brisk feeling in the air

the new wind, blowing through my hair.

The way leaves crumple beneath my feet

and the rays of sunlight disappearing in defeat.

This is how I know autumn is near.

How I know autumn is hear


Review por favor?