Sunday, October 12, 2008

It comes on a crisp night

Should I stay... or should I go?

It comes on a crisp night and
Dusts the air with the scent of spice.
You can hear the stirring leaves and
The scampering feet of tiny mice.
Fall, it comes in the night.



Junior said...

And you look like you are waiting for one of those mices to come in your house!

Forever Foster said...

Sophia, we like your entry very much. Your poem is sweet, and you look so cute in your picture:)