Slowly I walk, my feet crunching
On the autumn leaves
That have left the trees
To become one with the forest floor
The green of the turf from the summer before
Has gone and left a golden floor
Littered with leaves
Falling from trees
Gone are the sounds of the summer bees
And gone are the flowers that make me sneeze
I'm left alone with the crunching of leaves
That cover the forest floor
Autumnal - Photo taken by me in the New Forest National Park, England. With permission from Forestry England
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Mental Notes
PoetryI started to write poetry to get me through some difficult years as a teenager and young adult. Looking back, writing helped me through a period of depression, only recognized some years later. With writing, once the words hit the paper, they lost t...
