Maggie Feenan

The Autumn Days

The leaves faded to an orange-brown as the drafted breeze shifted the oak trees The silky air brushed against my pink cheeks while my warm blonde hair rushed in the wind

The autumn days have come

Standing on the sturdy rock, I saw the forest below Looking down I didn’t feel low I inhaled the cold wind and let it tickle my throat, Exhaling it out of my nose

The autumn days have come

The midnight stars glimmered in the navy sky Having a fight over which one shinned more The icy frost covered the ground Under freezing the evenings are bound

The autumn days have gone