Yard Barn Girl

Her voice beckons me now to my immediate backyard where each colourful autumn I compose many a freestyle poem the leaves of yore since forgotten trampled by winds crushing speed up into the air severed leaves are blown high above the trees where beyond the beyond they could never have reached ere there had been no autumn no drooping eyes could condemn the colours manifests on my mind's wire as I see myriads of them scent of corns would still pervade what wind can ever try to invade yet your autumn is not different than mine side by side we reside as many dawns we have seen together maybe as many more a splendid sunrise but the beauty of the colourful autumn trees is anyone's surmise how so nature is rich can any human be as a matter of surprise autumns are always in my lovely lover's eyes come to my back yard she autumn was waiting but now it's early but snowing