Red,
Orange,
Yellow,
leaves starting to fall
they break off the branch,
float gracefully to the ground.
Fall is here.
Soon the trees are bare,
the air crisp
cool.
White crystals float
gingerly down to earth.
Enveloping all in a sheet of white.
The Seasons are Changing.
Love it! :]
ReplyDeleteI've been wanting to write a poem about fall. I just haven't yet because I haven't had the inspiration strike yet.