This is a poem I wrote in 2003 when I was 20, watching the first week of Autumn start to materialise outside my bedroom window in Richmond. It's not poet laureate material, but hey, it's a nice memory.
It's started raining hard through the tired sunshine
A few brown leaves somersault past my window
Caught up in the high winds
The trees are turning red and yellow
In retired memory of the summer
The night air is early
and feels like Christmas is coming
The sunlight reaches the trees sideways
A small yellow leaf tumbles and blusters
Head over heels down the road
Autumn settles snug in his seat
And the sky above is blue.
It's started raining hard through the tired sunshine
A few brown leaves somersault past my window
Caught up in the high winds
The trees are turning red and yellow
In retired memory of the summer
The night air is early
and feels like Christmas is coming
The sunlight reaches the trees sideways
A small yellow leaf tumbles and blusters
Head over heels down the road
Autumn settles snug in his seat
And the sky above is blue.
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