Autumn Boulevard

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

There is a road near Old Dominion University which this poem is based off of. This road is surrounded with old trees and houses as it runs on down to the Elizabeth River. This is probably my most favorite road in the area to go walking down, especially during the fall. I hope you enjoy this poem and will check out some of my other pieces!

There is a light breeze coming off the river as you step outside.

It blows up the street and rustles the leaves still hanging onto the old trees surrounding the road.

It carries a combination of smells mixed together in an enchanting aroma.

You take a deep breath of the cool fall air.

The scent of the sea is mixed with the smells of fall.

 

You step into your yard and take in the aroma.

You can smell a fresh apple pie in an oven down the street.

Children are waiting patiently in the living room, waiting for it to finish baking.

You can almost taste it in your mouth.

 

There is a slight earthy smell as leaves on the trees continue to change.

They create a colorful canopy over the road to the river.

Reds, oranges, yellows.

Leaves fall gently to the ground, marking the beginning of a new life.

 

You walk down the boulevard as there is the sound of laughter.

Kids are raking leaves into neat piles then jumping into them.

They disappear amongst the leaves then reappear.

Causing leaves to go here and there.

 

Pumpkins are being carved with spooky faces.

You can almost see them as they illuminate a cold Halloween night.

People walk down the street as ghosts, goblins and vampires.

Haunting the night air.

 

There is a light breeze coming off the river as you walk down Autumn Boulevard.

The strong old trees lining the road show their beautiful colors.

Leaves float gently down, blanketing the ground in a colorful carpet.

The scents of apple pie and musty leaves mix with the distant scent of the sea.

The sight of freshly carved jack-o-lanterns and leaf piles enthralls your eyes.

The sound of children laughing mixed with the calm beating of waves against the shore comforts your ears.

 

You are at peace.


Submitted: November 19, 2020

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Ann Sepino

The word I can best use to describe this is 'picturesque.' It's like I was transported to some other time and place while reading. Lovely poem!

Thu, November 19th, 2020 3:06pm

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