It has been a long time since I wrote my last poem. But fall time is here, and a small poem wouldn’t hurt!
Red, orange, and brown
Falling gently to the ground
The trees are shedding
Creating a bedding
Over the slowly browning grass.
The breezes are beginning
And the days are shortening
As the children’s squeal
Slowly disappears
Into the warmth of their homes.
Now it is time to prepare
For the winter ahead.
For the snow, the cold,
And the hot chocolate days.
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