Fall Is Here


The sweet wind blows
Through the crisp grass.
It's the end
Of summer at last.
The less green around
The more flame colored leaves
That speckle the ground
And dot the trees.
The bugs are gone,
And mist leaves your mouth.
All the birds
Start to fly south.
The leaf pile
Is certainly growing.
Fall is here for a while,
But soon it will be snowing!

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