For Marieta's Minute Poem competition. To be completely truthful, it's a repost, but it is about autumn, and it is a "minute poem", so I thought it was too good an opportunity to miss.

A Minute in Autumn

October turned the leaves to gold
but now the cold
November wind
rustles their thinned
and meagre remnants on the trees.
No kindly breeze,
this bitter blast
will tear the last
few faded leaves from oak tree's crown,
and cast them down
onto the earth
for spring's rebirth.

yelena
the magic of seasonal change wonderfully expressed here. enjoy uplifting concluding lines as well :)

tom balch
A beautifully penned slice of autumn, love the closing lines.

heather wilkins
nice. good luck.

kath
You've lit autumn in a whole new light. A majestic minute verse. I'd curtsey but I'd probably fall over, kath ;) xxxxx