We have been learning to write an Autumnal poem…
Trodding into the dense forest, a bitter breeze falls upon me.
Enveloped in my lingering cloudy breath, I look overhead and catch a glimpse of the alit, translucent leafs.
Dead, dry leaves flutter towards the cascading, graceful stream.
Bare branches cry; they grieve their lost siblings.
Crisp leaves surf the waves with great pleasure.
As I head towards the mossy, damaged trees, the icy cold wind spirals around me numbing my feet.
Blocking the route of the stream, boulders stand their ground.
An array of beautifully bright leaves lay on the never ending carved path.
Autumn has arrived!