Saturday, September 12, 2009

Scattered red petals
Stain green grass which
Is slowly fading to brown
Pungent spicy smell
Of freshly cut grass
Tickles my nose
Clouds move across
The sky like ocean
Waves
Every blade of grass
Standing at attention
Swaying in the breeze
Fiery brilliance
Radiance of
Autumn to come.

2 comments:

Christina said...

i felt the breeze on my face, as you whisper your poetry. this is fresh and lovely, my friend.
xo

Lori said...

Thank you Christina! That means a lot to me! I want to invoke these feelings when someone reads my writing. Thank you for your inspiration and friendship!
XOXO!