Autumn

By Molly Curry

 

The nice sweet breeze,

And the wave in the trees.

The flowers so sweet,

The colors so neat.

Down, down leaves on the ground,

The leaves are falling all around.

The smell of the fire,

It is my desire.

The crisp cool air,

The colors I will share.

Winter will return,

I think I have learned…

What autumn is all about.

 

Editors Note: Molly, of Scenic View Drive, is a third-grade student at Hawley_Elementary School. In her free time, she enjoys swimming and playing soccer, and loves reading, art and writing poems.