Sign of What's to Come

by Brittany C   Sep 5, 2011


The wind dances through trees
who's naked arms reach towards the sky
as the moon slowly travels its nightly route,
while leaves tumble across the bare ground.

Crisp is this night
chill hanging on the air
as I look out my window
and dream of warmer nights.

Waiting for spring is never fun.
For first comes winter
which numbs my mine.
Because, once cold
I seem to stay cold for hours.

The autumn scene though
is a beautiful one,
at least for a little while.
But I don't look forward to what comes next.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Cinnamonspice

    Very nice imagery and dread of winter :-) personally I love the cold gives one the chance to cuddle lol

    Very nicely written
    Connie

  • 12 years ago

    by Liliana

    Crisp is this night
    chill hanging on the air
    as I look out my window
    and dream of warmer nights.

    my favorite, you did a great job :)

  • 12 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    Very hood wording I absolutely loved the poem :) 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by BlueJay

    You have used an excellent amount of beautiful imagery. I'm not one for nature poems all that often but I love this one. I think that you have done a magnificent job on this.

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