I went on a walk this morning and thought of a poem

Fall turns to Winter
with no regret.
I stroll along in the
Chilly, Crispy air.
Even the most trifle things
seem so beautiful.
Yellow leaves
dancing off of trees.
Brown squirrels
prancing off with ease.

🍂🍁🐿

私は凄いロマンチストです。
日本語でもポエトリー描けるようになりたいな。有名な作家の作品とか読んでみたい