Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2015
Looking right through me
I feel the love of autumn
The crisp quiet afternoon  air
Following my every footstep
The trees looking down on my head
And little beings of the ground, looking up at me.
As quiet as it can be,
I hear my heart pounding  out of my  chest.
Only to see,
The beautiful  face of autmn.
Casey René Anderson
Written by
Casey René Anderson  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems