The Autumn Fever Poem by me poet yeps poet

The autumn fever

autumns come and go
your voice beckons me now
to my backyard,
where each autumn
I compose a poem

the leaves of yore since forgotten
trampled by winds crushing speed
up into the air leaves are blown
high above the trees
where beyond
they could never have reached,
ere there had been no autumn
the colors manifests on my mind's wire
as I see myriads of them
my drooping eyes admire

the scent of corns still pervades
what wind can ever invade

yet your autumn is not different than mine
side by side we reside
as many dawns we have seen together
maybe as many splendid sunrises

but
the beauty of the colorful autumn trees
is anyone's surmise
how so nature is rich
can any human be
as a matter of surprise
autumns are my loves too

wow

The autumn fever