A New York Autumn

by holliebear95

July 10, 2013

Feeling the cool wind flow through my hair

hearing the crunch of the fallen leaves under my shoes

smelling hot cider as I walk in the door

seeing all the colors of the leaves

tasting the warm apple pie just made from apple picking

thats my favorite time.

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holliebear95Jul 16, 2013

When I moved from New York to Georgia, it made me realize I loved it so much. It brought back memeories from when i was a little girl. And in Georgia, the trees don't even change colors, so i just had to make those memories into words.

RebeccaYSPerezJul 11, 2013

Your short but sweet poem definitely has me yearning for that brisk seasom of Autumn. I really loved it, and can definitely go with all the simple imagery it gave me. Never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait until the end of summer now!Becca.