As the wind came through my front door,
I saw autumn passing by.
The days of Autumn felt short,
but as the leaves fell to the ground,
I felt at ease.
Autumn came knocking on my door.
As I slowly reached for the bronze door knob,
I saw Autumn standing there,
She looked miserable.
It was as if Autumn was tired.
I knew how she felt, but I just watched as she stood there.
October passed me by faster than I could ever imagine, and soon
Autumn was gone, and the leaves on the ground stayed there as if waiting for Autumn to come back.
We'll meet again Autumn.
YOU ARE READING
things said and done.
Puisisome of my poetry is in this, it's not a book. Most of the poetry in this book is from my depression phase.
