I started out cold
And began to run
Right before the rising sun
As I ran I did not mind
The chill turned into
A refreshing time
Of lights and trees
And autumn sounds
While Golden leaves
Fell on the ground
2020 © CMM
Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
I started out cold
And began to run
Right before the rising sun
As I ran I did not mind
The chill turned into
A refreshing time
Of lights and trees
And autumn sounds
While Golden leaves
Fell on the ground
2020 © CMM