Fall

Fall in Napa Valley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When the leaves turn brown

And the wind knocks them down

Gently swaying back and forth

As they fall, south, west, east, and north.

When the crisp cool air

Flows softly through your hair

Tugging on golden strands of wheat

Cooling you down as you take your seat.

 When the flowers begin to slowly fade

And trees begin to lose their shade

Red, orange and brown paint the ground

Like a beautiful painting, all around.

A quite, cool evening, sitting by the tree

As glowing firebugs, light up for all to see!

And when the sun is setting, the sky glowing red

Sleeping in the fields, with a tree to rest your head.

New poem, can't think of a name.

Hey readers! This is a new poem I wrote, I really like it, but I can't think of a name. Can you help? write what -you- think this poem should be called in the comments below.

Here's the poem:

Does it make me crazy

Cause I hunger for love?

Does it make me crazy

Cause I can’t get enough?

Is it bad for me to want

To right the wrong?

Is it crazy for us

To sing a new song?

What is it about change

That scares you away?

Is it not enough to see

The light of a new day?

Clearly

I always used to be there for you

I always used to be there, that’s true

But ever since you walked away from me

It opened up my eyes so I can see

Clearly

Even after songs were sung in vain

Even after the pouring rain

The blinds folded from my eyes

Now I can see you didn’t even try

I can see clearly

And when the sun shall shine again

You’ll come running ‘round the bend

But after all that we’ve been through

I’ve seen things, oh if only you knew

Then you could see clearly, like me.

The Key

I found the key,

 In the strangest of places.

Past the walls

And the sea of faces,

In the corner of my mind

In the depths of my pain.

A little ray of hope

In amongst the rain.

With a sea of lights

Falling all around.

I tried not to close my eyes

As my knee hit the ground.

Sea foam

How swiftly does the rage of the sea

Settle on the soft sand.

 How worthless does it seem to me!

That beauty only seeming to land

And for a time escapes my sight,

Till another wash over it!

Oh how can it see the light?

The foaming sea, the raging fit.

As timeless as a water fall,

Yet each ripple so unique!

The bubbles churn at the sea's call

As the moons pull reaches peak.

The time has come too close

To leave this sacred place.

The time is now at most

To re-enter the rapid pace.