Yard Barn Girl Poem by me poet yeps poet

Her voice beckons me now
to my immediate backyard
where each colourful autumn
I compose many a freestyle poem

the leaves of yore
since forgotten
trampled by winds crushing speed
up into the air
severed leaves are blown
high above the trees

where beyond the beyond
they could never have reached
ere there had been no autumn
no drooping eyes could condemn

the colours manifests on my mind's wire
as I see myriads of them
scent of corns would still pervade
what wind can ever try to invade

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

but the beauty
of the colourful autumn trees
is anyone's surmise
how so nature is rich
can any human be
as a matter of surprise
autumns are always
in my lovely lover's eyes
come to my back yard
she autumn was waiting
but now it's early
but snowing