Autumn

May 31, 2012
By Anonymous

I go out of my way to step on a shriveled, red leaf
As a crisp wind brushes against my skin
Causing a smile to spread across my face.
I am immersed in Fall.

As a crisp wind brushes my skin
Leaves fly to the ground.
I am immersed in Fall
With all its bare-branched glory.

Leaves fly to the ground
Realizing winter is near
With all its bare-branched glory.
With its paucity of colorful trees.

I go out of my way to step on a shriveled, red leaf
Realizing winter is near
With its paucity of colorful trees
Causing a smile to spread across my face.



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