Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Autumn

The air is cool
The air is crisp
The leaves flow all around me
As the wind whirls and whips
My feet crunch on broken branches
That lie along my way
Leaves fall in a spinning display
I am enthralled in the scene around me
Bright colors of every color imaginable
Burst brightly and vividly upon the trees

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