Autumn

I know my winds could be gentler

My skies could be clearer

My melody sweeter

It’s true, my grass could be greener

My sun could be warmer

My breezes more fragrant

I’ll never compare with

Spring’s excitement,

Summer’s joys,

or Winter’s fun

I guess I’ll just have to be me,

incomparably

the best darned season I can be!

Copyright ©2010 Angela Schofield

Another poem for the book. It's still coming along nicely. If it were to be printed today it would be about 50 pages long, but I'm trying to get to 200. It seems a long way off.