Fall
Today, it feels like fall. The previous days have been a bit too cold or a tad too hot. Today is a perfect sweater day. Perhaps I have just now noticed, or maybe it is the perfect fall day, but the leaves are turning from cool green to warm golden orange, red. Also I had a piece of pie before I went to sleep last night.
Oh Autumn,
How I love thee.
You dye your head
of leaves and cool the air
around.
the Pumpkins you display
bring childlike excitement to me.
But it is not you I love the most,
it is the thought of my closer friend coming soon,
Frost.
Okay, so this is why I don't write poetry.
posted by Emilia Thee Great @ 3:52 PM
4 Comments:
why is it that you don't write poetry? I thought that was really good. I'm not joking.
i agree with peter. oh and we had pumpkin pie for din din
Lucky!
yeah the dyed hair and all that,poetry isn't about being good, just sort of sappy and cheesy, like maple syrup cheesecake. I like it too.
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