Solveig

Leaves
By, Solveig

                 Twirling through the air
          Skidding down the cold pavement
                       Beautiful colors

Turtles 

By, Solveig

      They hear the sound of feet

    That's nothing they want to meet

   Their head tucked inside their shell

       They get a scare very well

           slowly they peek out

           It's gone by no doubt