The Storm | By Dot

Icicles drip down the window
as lightning strikes
and thunder roars.
Rain pours on the roof
like boulders.
The fire burns
and cinders shake.
Stars are sewn
on to a blanket
that's black
and covers the sky above.

The Autumn Winds | by Niamh

The wind brushed
against my face
not as strong as yesterday,
as the day before,
just soft.
It whistles in the breeze;
it blows the leaves of the trees.

I love Autumn
and its wind.