AUTUMN

(a poem by 11 years old Emma)

Last few rays of sunlight shine,

For the summer it's no longer time,

Bright green leaves fade,

To orange, red, yellow.

The gentle breeze grows,

Into howling winds,

The smell of dying late summer rose,

Mixed with the scent of musty fallen leaves.

Relaxing evening walks in the park,

The trees on fire with the golden leaves,

They're a tornado rustling around me,

The night coming quicker now, light to dark.

The weather changes as fast as we do,

Never in one place, growing, changing,

Long gone summer, autumn past,

Winter's coming, and fast.

(Emma Dimitrova, by my 11 years old daughter, 21/09/2019)