Waz up! I decided to become a Tree Hugger. SAVE THE TREES! This is a very good poem. I like the scentece about autumn being warned by a breeze that winter is coming. Enjoy!
An Autumn Night
Shadows drip
and flit,
Splashing about
The scattering
Of dead,
Crumpled leaves.
Crisp shards
Of air
Carrying the
Scent of
Wood fires
Warns the
Waking of
Winter.
Once in a while,
Pieces of a
Crows mournful
Cawings will
Sound in
The night.
A spider slowly
Spins glances of
Moonlight
Into delicate
Threads.
Drops of
Sadness curl
Throughout the
Gray, worn Sky.
They fall into
A pond and sink to the
Bottom,
Taking place in the
Reflection of
An autumn night's
Sky as
Stars.