autumn yasmin

Autumn poem Yasmin E

Frosty air everywhere it is cold brrr.

I don’t like how you have to get out of bed.

The wind is blowing the leaves off the trees.

I like to jump on the leaves and hear them crunch.

I like how the leaves have different shapes and colours.

I see empty branches everywhere.

I still see little bits of orange crispy leaves on the skeleton trees.

I see some other colours to.

I hear the rain everywhere going splitter splatter splitter splatter