Competition Entry

Coming back to dark leaves,
falling on my lips,
leaving this dead Summer far away.

Yellow, orange, brown leaves
cover the bare ground

Maple leaves
That look like stars
Falling from the sky

Natural carpets
Which crumble at every step

The whistle of the wind
Relaxes your soul.

The bare trees
Rain on the colourful sidewalks
They seem to fly
In the chilly wind

Transparent puddles
Where children happily jump

After a chilly rain
The sun is always ready to welcome you

The sky whistles
The trees dance
The children
At the windows
Wait for clear weather.
The sky smiles
The good weather is back
And the children jump
In puddles
Full of Autumn

I fall like Fall leaves,
I fall in your eyes
that have the color of November.
Frosty
To imitate white snow,
Falling from the calm sky.
Bare
You who take me
And surprise me;
With such attitudes
To the emptiness
You bring about.
Forgetting you
is like thinking of
The sun as rain,
Of the sea as storm.
I, losing myself
In your words,
I, that of Fall
love anything but you.
You, the only one who reminds me
of Spring

In autumn’s realm, September unfolds,
Leaves ablaze in hues of gold.
Nature’s canvas, a masterpiece displayed,
As summer’s warmth begins to fade.

October emerges, a season of delight,
When pumpkin patches ignite the night.
Leaves pirouette in a whimsical dance,
Inviting us to join their enchanted trance.

November whispers with a subtle chill,
A symphony of colors on every hill.
School bells ring, a familiar sound,
New adventures await, classrooms abound.

The air is crisp, with stories to be told,
Of friends and teachers, both new and old.
Excitement fills the halls, anticipation in the air,
As we embark on journeys, beyond compare.

In September’s embrace, change takes flight,
A fresh chapter begins, bathed in autumn’s light.
October’s charm captivates, with each passing day,
As nature’s artistry paints the world in an array.

November’s arrival, a gentle reminder,
To savor the moments, to cherish and ponder.
For time moves swiftly, like leaves in the wind,
And in this season of wonder, new stories begin.

So let us embrace these months with glee,
As autumn unveils its captivating decree.
September, October, and November unite,
A tapestry of moments, woven just right.

My birthday comes again
And normally I can’t wait
But this year I look in the mirror
And wonder
Why do I look like this?
My waist is wider than hers
Does he like her more than me
My nose is larger than hers
My lips aren’t as nice as hers
My hair is shorter than hers
Why am I not a blonde
I could never tell my family
They would laugh and call me silly
I am not regular
I enjoy maths and English
My favourite game is football
I am a bright child
And my friends like me for me
So when my birthday comes around next year
I won’t be asking
Why do I look like this?
I will be thanking my body for showing up every day
to help me live my life.

Christmas is a good time of the year.

We stay with families joyfully, everybody has someone to
play with and have fun.

Christians celebrate the birth of JESUS CHRIST.

We blow fireworks all night long and go to church.

Skeletons are prowling
So is the occasional ghost
You might find a werewolf howling
And a zombie or two, at most!

You’ll be shaken to the bones
Seeing the evil witches spell
Listening to her moans
Can send everybody to hell!

Visions of a Cerberus, ready to bite
Or a Egyptian Mummy chasing you
Can stir up a great fright
And make you runaway too!

Although sweets and cakes are part of it,
It’s a scary time of year
The day can make you have a fit
It’s a time that you’re meant to fear!

All the trees are red and gold
Some are young and some are old

Leaves turn crunchy and very dry
All the birds swiftly fly

Flowers start wilting, all of them do
And suddenly the sky turns blindingly blue

Autumn is a season when you want to get cosy
And you look at the leaves which are ever so rosy.