Autumn leaves fall
Not in a swirl or a
rush
Not in a waterfall
motion
Autumn leaves fall
In explosions of
sound
The rustle and
crackle
Leaves stepped on,
leaves burned
Autumn leaves fall
In bursts of color
Yellow, red, orange,
purples, and browns
A color show
carpeting the ground
Autumn leaves fall
With that familiar
aroma
Almost musty almost
dry
But always
recognized
Autumn leaves fall
And are caught by
the hands of small children
They will fell their
smooth surface
Or break their
brittle skin
Autumns leaves fall
Bringing memories of
the flavors of fall
Ripe apples crisp as
can be
And the crunch of
baby pumpkins between your teeth
Autumn leaves fall
And bring fall along
with them
My favorite thing about this poem, was the line "Autumn leaves fall." I like how it mentions both names for the season, and I just interpreted it as a fun little play on words. I'm not sure if that was intended but either way good job!
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