Autumn Angel

A poem that I wrote for a contest and I don't think it's the best.

Autumn Angel



Working in the garden,

Fall flowers in her hair,

The golden sun reflecting

Upon the beauty there.



Singing to the lilies,

Voice of silver bells.

Calling to the wind-blown trees,

The melody excels.



Leaves covering the ground,

She harvests for the feast.

Preserving all the autumn fruits,

Before the frost completes.