Erinn's Collection of Poetry

Autumn Evening

Old trunks of oak and red

Stand weathered close together

Rough cracks adorn their bark

Hewn while giants slumber

In the stone

We are walking hand in hand

Along the winding road

Where russet and gold crunch underfoot

As the first beginnings of snow

Drift down

The air is grey with stillness

The sun is dim behind

The water is clear and whispers

Strange things into our ears

We pass it by

Faint curls of warmth

Rise above our heads

While we stroll through the woods

A squirrel sits atop a branch

And waves to us
Goodnight