Autumn Poem by Jeannette Heywood

Autumn



Hush, be still and let sweet air nostrils fill.
Trees beseech, Oak, Sycamore, Birch and Beech.
Admire their orchestration of this autumnal creation.
Foliage flutters forlorn, forest floor to adorn.

Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,forest,trees
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