Falling Autumn leaves
sprinkle the ground,
barely touching,
making no sound.
The rush of wind
brings winter soon,
while the stars are out
so is the moon.
Colder are the days,
as snow comes near.
Leaf piles rise high,
which will end the year.
Colors surround me,
orange, yellow and red.
I always watch the sky,
right before bed.
Beautious sights
lay before me.
Tree's are hiberating,
and flowers flee.
Author notes
This month would probably be september or november
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AWESOME!
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Very nice poem. I liked the form of it too.
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