The Falling of Leaves

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listen to the leaves,
rustling against the soft wind.

the air is crisp and cool,
but light and smooth.

it's one of those morning
you can't quite describe.

a gentle doe gracefully drinking
the morning dew, as she eats the
fresh green grass too.

the harvest moon is full and orange,
and the stars are brighter then ever.

the vast sunrises with radiant colors of red and orange, greet the day

as the sunsets with red and purple,
say good-bye to the sweet loving day.

peaceful, colorful, beautiful
it's autumn, the falling of the leaves.





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rockinitout said...
Oct. 27, 2008 at 8:46 pm
Good start--now take this poem and regionalize it--make it your own. Anyone could have written this poem so take it and make it yours. Make it fresh and new.
 
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