autumn
Leaves that fall swooping down
colors of red's and yellow's mixing
with orange's and brown's
swirling and creating a wirl-wind
or color
The chill of the wind in a gentle
breeze
Laying on the leaf covered ground
watching extolled by the colors
the setting sun compliments the very
day its self, golden light roaming
over the multi-colored trees the
last light of the day covers the ground
of autumn's rein with a
blanket of gold as bright
as the sun its self
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