Autumn

By Joseph Prem

Wandering around in

damp woods,

the leaves leading

the path,

the tight breeze

carrying me away,

Being lost never

felt so calm.

After all, autumn took

the irony away.

Who knew shedding

green would only

make it better.

-Autumn

Gold painted over Green,

the autumn breeze wooing the

withering leaves filled the sky

with a musky scent.

Falling down never looked so

graceful, for the leaves

were no different from falling stars.

The wooden bench draped

in gold and peach blades is

the most unappreciated

artwork of Carpo.

The starry blue sky is

no longer the apple of the eye,

for autumnn has taken over

painting everything else

over the horizon.

By Joseph Prem