A Colorful Season


As the air turns
from warm to cold,
The leaves on the
trees begin to fold.

The season brings an
explosion of color,
Distinct, it is like no other.

Leaves litter the ground,
Crisp wind moves them
with a shhhhh sound.

Rivers inevitably become silent,
Except for the parts that are rushing,
they are violent.

Morning frost threatens
of winter,
Vastly contrast from
summer's cinder.

Humans and animals alike endure,
toughing it out,
Waiting for that first
spring flower to sprout.

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