Michigan
Bittersweet Autumn brings frost in the morning
When the maple and sumac catch fire without warning
There’s pumpkins and cider and smoke on the wind
And the wild geese say, “goodbye, we’ll be back again.”
Indian Summer puts on a good show
‘Til a blast from the North brings a sky full of snow
I really like this poem, Clara! You did a great job! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful poem, Clara! I love the rhymes, they go together so nicely! :) Great job! :D
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Clara! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWould it be alright to share this poem on my blog, Clara? :)
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