Red, brown, yellow, and some green
Is all that can be seen
Some bright and vibrant
Others dull and dingy
There are places bare to see
The forest now a beautiful garden of colors
But slowly fading away
Blue skies are starting to show
As the colors fall to the ground
The cold breeze blows
and the trees wave
To the colors as they fly through the sky
Soon all that is left
Is the bare trees
For all to see
Only to be broken
By a green pine
YOU ARE READING
From Shadows into Light
PoetryPoetry that came from the darkness that is now being brought to light. Feel free to comment for I would love to have some feedback on what I have writen (good or bad). Also which poem was your favorite.
