Brown, orange, golden, red,
Leaves are whirling round your head!
Doing their little dance in the air,
Leaving the tree branches dull and bare,
They are flying everywhere!
I wrote this poem a long time ago when my mum actually chose poetry for English and we had to write a poem about autumn. So I wrote about the leaves changing colour and flying off the trees. When the wind blows them they do look like they’re doing a little dance of their own before they drop to the ground. I couldn’t find the original copy of this poem but I could remember it so I wrote it down on another piece of paper so you could read it.