Autumn
Autumn’s eyes of chestnut brown
flicker through the trees.
Her ruffled, russet, crinkled curls
dance gently on the breeze.
She softly steps on velvet moss,
welcoming and deep.
Wrapped in a cloak of gold and bronze
she settles down to sleep.
flicker through the trees.
Her ruffled, russet, crinkled curls
dance gently on the breeze.
She softly steps on velvet moss,
welcoming and deep.
Wrapped in a cloak of gold and bronze
she settles down to sleep.
This poem is copyright (©) Julie Anna Douglas 2024
About the Writer
Julie Anna Douglas
Julie has been writing poems for as long as she can remember and many of them have found homes is beautiful magazines like The Caterpillar, Ladybug and Spider and in poetry collections by The Emma Press and MacMillan Publishing. She particularly enjoys combining poetry and art in workshops for children and her first poetry collection 'Painting Poems' illustrated by Jools Wilson is full of colourful poetry and creative ideas. Her next book is full of poetry maps and will be out soon!
