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Forest green turning yellow, orange, red and brown
Leaves parting from branches, slowly falling down
Hemlock, holly, laurel, cedar, red spruce and pine
Enough green until next spring to suit me fine
Not all branches are bare throughout winter

Watching huge flocks of dark birds migrating south
Seeing warm exhaled breath steaming out my mouth
Temperature dropping after three days of cold rain
Old wounds and other hurts cause me some pain
These are the conditions of my growing old

Three rainy days, the stream rises, turning into a muddy run
Gathering grim grey clouds blotting out the autumn sun
The neighboring forest has become more quiet and still
Already I long for the spring and a tree frog’s trill
There is over half a year for me to wait

I should be penning more poems about this time of year
Before the chill of next winter finds me waiting here
Leaving the towering oaks dark grey and stark
The lack of sunshine turning my poetry dark
Unless I am writing about last spring

Reaching back really far for several more flowery words
Sunny days, courting calls and sweet singing birds
Warm cheerful lines much too early, or sadly late
Having over a half a year to patiently wait
Until the magic of next spring arrives

I well written nature poem. Enjoyed.

Well thank you dadio.

Three rainy days, the stream rises, turning into a muddy run
Gathering grim grey clouds blotting out the autumn sun

Captures the mood....D

david wrote:

Three rainy days, the stream rises, turning into a muddy run
Gathering grim grey clouds blotting out the autumn sun

Captures the mood....D

Hey David.

Getting near time to bundle up against the day and hunker down at night. I await the rush spring fever allows.

Hemlock, holly, laurel, cedar, red spruce and pine
Enough green until next spring to suit me fine

like these lines most

Warm cheerful lines much too early, or sadly late
yeah, I use to have issues also with the spring , according to the days...!

enjoyed it, gracias! I´ll continue reading later!