Orange
Yellow
Red
Brown
Some green
dress the tree's
at fall
the wind scatters
them to dance
as the smell is brisk
chill in the air
hold on to this
season till winter
then bury your head
deep for warmth
cozy it is as days flip by
one by one
fall is in the air
feel the
flair...
A contest entry
- Anything. by tara wilson.
27000 points, ended October 22, 40 entries
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