FALL BY ANN WOOD

It's autumn...
And I don't like autumn at all,
because summer, then, goes away,
and with it goes laughter..
It's autumn,
and rainy boulevards shine
the leaves, drip sadly -
left breathless and heartless,
the orphaned trees
tremble smoothly
and stretch out their hands towards nothingness.
It's autumn,
and I don't like autumn at all,
it stole - my summer sun,
my soul, has turned into a lonely berry,
thrown out all alone in the cold...



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Written on 2026-09-02 at 08:53

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
THANK YOU GUYS
2026-09-02


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Really well penned, Ann. To some extent I'm with you in your preferences - except this year the beginning of Autumn is such a relief after the extreme heat of the Sun prevented me from leaving my 'bat cave' this Summer; It's cooler air is a blessing. But, as I say, I fully understand your preference and would have agreed with you in preceding years. Great write. Blessings, Allen
2026-09-02


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is really good Ann. Autumn the thief. The negative descriptions allow us to envision just why you don't like it. When you write "the orphaned trees tremble smoothly and stretch out their hands towards nothingness." it sounds so desolate and desperate. Plus it is concise and I love that kind of poetry. Great stuff.
2026-09-02