AUTUMN

autumn. be mine

your colours wrap me up in a cosy patchwork blanket.

your smells grace my senses like they fell from the divine.

I feel your velvet textures through my barefoot walks.

what stories the trees could tell if only their leaves would talk.

 

oh autumn I wish you could stay and be mine.

you are my favourite because you wake up me senses

and remind me of my wild ways.

 

please stay a while so we can play, forget the outside world, at least for a few more days.

WILD TRUTHSam Geddesautumn, poem