Crisp red, golden brown
The leaves slowly start to fall
Autum is coming
Put on a sweatshirt!
Cold, brisk September weather
Is fast approaching
Red leaves in my hair
I flung myself in the pile
And started to laugh
Children aren't happy
School is once more in session
Teachers, back to work
Falling in the wind
The leaves crunch beneath my feet
I enjoy the sound
The leaves slowly start to fall
Autum is coming
Put on a sweatshirt!
Cold, brisk September weather
Is fast approaching
Red leaves in my hair
I flung myself in the pile
And started to laugh
Children aren't happy
School is once more in session
Teachers, back to work
Falling in the wind
The leaves crunch beneath my feet
I enjoy the sound
M.A.C.
Lanier42
Poetry4Ever
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