"spookey" poems
Misty mornings and frost tipped blades
white-tipped grass slippery lanes
autumn chill running through red filled veins
As cold air brushes the face
Autumn mornings we have graced
shivers moments in autmns chill
wakes us up its no frill
Dark eery evenings add to the chill
Halloween beckons
free spirits roam
spookey goings on
as ghosts roam
Guy Fawkes is coming
be aware too
bang flash sparkle
sky s braced with colours
around you
Nature runs and hibernates away
storing food to keep hunger at bay
Trees rustle leaves depart
their journey floating
down in the park
Autumn is here having its way
as plants die off and wilt away
Birds migrate to warm climes too
far away from autumns chill
Seas become rough
no swimming today
summers has long passed away
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 8:04 AM UTC