Autumn poems by Donna Harrison

Pumpkin soup 🥣

Orange 🍊 pumpkin on the window sill, ready to cook.

It looks big and juicy to me. Ready to cook in a pot for lunch.

Smells from the kitchen of a hearty meal for you and me.

Bowl 🥣 of soup, ready to eat on the table.

Ground of leaves 🍃

As I walk through the park, I look down at the ground to see a pathway of golden leaves 🍁. To hear the rustling of leaves 🍁 as I put my feet 🦶 on the grass.

I saw brown leaves 🍂 around the tree 🌳 trunk as I sat on the bench to rest.

The wind 💨 blows a gentle breeze as leaves 🍁 land on the bench.

As I felt the leaves 🍂 in my hand, they were rough but yet so smooth.

I walked through the pathway of golden leaves 🍂 before I arrived home and closed the door.

Few leaves of colour

Green leaves 🍃 drop from the tree 🌳 onto the ground.

They softly land on the grass. These leaves 🍂 turn yellow as autumn arrives.

There is a tree that stood on the hilltop of a meadow.

It stood forever on this peaceful evening.

Leaves for a week

A green leaf on the grass on Monday.

A yellow leaf on top of the haystack on Tuesday.

A gold leaf on the bench on Wednesday.

A red leaf on the branch of a tree on Thursday.

Light green leaves 🍃 on the ground on Friday morning.

Some leaves on a meadow by an old hut on Saturday.

Sunday – there were leaves everywhere on the field that day.