~ Autumn's Last Leaves ~

~ Autumn’s Last Leaves ~

Spiraling downward how quickly they go,

Dancing and twirling as winter winds blow,

Withered and dry, all crinkled and crushed,

More battered and bruised with each frosty gust.

Torn from their perch to doom and decay,

The treetops wave as they’re carried away.

Another season is rounding the bend,

Another autumn is nearing it’s end.

Farewell, farewell once beauteous leaves,

Your vibrant colors have dressed our trees,

You offered us shade from hot summer sun,

Alas, farewell…your work is done.

Sandra Combs ~ Plymouth, Massachusetts

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"I love fall!

 Fall is exciting.

It's apples and cider.

It's an airborne spider.

It's pumpkins in bins.

It's burrs on dog's chins.

It's wind blowing leaves.

It's chilly red knees.

It's nuts on the ground.

It's a crisp dry sound.

It's green leaves turning

And the smell of them burning.

It's clouds in the sky.

It's fall. That's why...

I love fall."

- Author Unknown