Golden Autumn


Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame

Until, by and by, it doth remain.

But then it cools and remains no more

So the leaves turn brown and flutter to the floor.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741