Autumn Life

It's burning, this fire,
Of the end of summertime.
The green is now dying,
But going out in glory.
Pale, dismal skies on high
Look down and mock our souls,
For we are lost on this winter road of life
And cannot find our home.

Reviews

[Michael Miranda]

Love it, it's very very good. It's so beautiful and smooth and it goes to show that poetry doesn't have to rhyme to be good :)

[InsanityWriter]

Thanks for you review. :) I hope you have a wonderful day!! ^_^