Winding Down, A Poem.

Winding Down

As the days are winding down,

Summer green is turning brown,

Though shorter now is it’s light,

Still the sun shines just as bright.

Birds are calling to and fro,

Saying, now it’s time to go,

We have felt that touch of frost,

And soon the leaves will be lost.

First will come that big display,

Of colors bright every day,

Brightest yellow, some of gold,

Orange and red, all so bold.

Then come clouds with wind and rain,

Which makes the trees bare again,

Now the shorter days are here,

But still the sun spreads it’s cheer!

Β©2020 Steve McLeod.

55 Comments on “Winding Down, A Poem.

      • I am happy you wrote it. Made me think back to my days as a kid. I’d walk through the woods in the fall. I can still remember the smells and the sounds of the leaves as I shuffled through them as I walked. Took me right back there. So thank you for the memory!😁

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  1. I agree with Dusty…it brought very good memories ! I love the smell of the autunm leaves ! β˜•οΈβ˜•οΈπŸ™‚πŸ˜»

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  2. Me and Jessica were talking about poetsπŸ€”πŸ€ͺ but you don’t fall into the category of poets I was talking about ofcourse πŸ˜‰ you are a fun writer, we enjoy your posts🀩. Lovely poem again Poet Steve πŸ€— I’m sure your no laptop time had triggered your poet so much πŸ˜‰ you did write only these in your diaries isn’t it 🐱 Enjoyed it.. so beautiful ✨☺️

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