Falling Shades

Red like Rubies,
Orange like a fresh picked tangerine
Yellow like the burning Sun at the break of Dawn
Brown like smooth chocolate frosting on a cake
Small bits of green barely visible
Like the small clump of moss
On a wide rapid river
A quite crunch
Breaks the whistle of the wind and
A squirrel scurries up a tree
The smell of fall fills the air

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bavani said...
Oct. 12, 2010 at 10:03 pm
This poem is really good.The visualisation and observations are really excellant
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