Autumn In The Garden Poem. Pay attention to the sounds sights and smells around you and describe them in your poem. Then my olden garden where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred years is mellow rich and deep Whispers in its sleep.
Autumn in the Garden When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves. Bright Rainbows flowing with the Wind-The Congregation stares. When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves.
In the garden Autumn is indeed the crowning glory of the year bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.
A garden can be a place to work. A garden can be a place of peace for me. Then my olden garden where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred years is mellow rich and deep Whispers in its sleep. While we dig them out of dirt.
