
Winters First Season
Ruby leaves descend
Robins pierce the quiet air
Autumn holds its breath

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (2)
What is the Robin waiting for? Autumn is short time to fly for winter is not for them. Good job.
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