Stephanie Says:

This blog is where I post my poems, when I remember or when I find scraps of paper from years ago. The date I post a poem usually has nothing to do with the date I wrote it!
I feel like poetry is discovered, rather than written, and I like to find it and share it. It's kind of like archaeology - you can unearth a good poem and learn something from it. But you didn't really write the poem yourself, you just provided the medium through which the poems can show themselves to the world. At least, that's what it feels like to me.

Saturday 8 November 2008

Autumn, How I Love You

Autumn, how I love you
With your colourful display
Your leaves rustling softly
As the summer drifts away

Autumn, how I love you
With the crispness of your touch
Your dew settling lightly
On our spider webs and such

Autumn, how I love you,
How your beauty fills my soul
Your soft sun sparkles everywhere
I stand here, breathe, am whole.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love how pretty this poem is :)
I wish I was poetic.