Blowing Fall SeasonA Poem by ShahanazColorful, blowing fall season proves losing could be another stage of fun.Vibrant color has gone, Ripen, colorful beginning of the fall Mother nature is closing her door until next call Blowing image takes us to a wonderful somewhere where proves, losing is another stage of fun, ending is also part of our turn. Leftover warns, pack up, tidy up as much as you can. We become as busy as mole, because dynamic fall accepts his harvesting job on nail, now collecting, preservation are only for sale. Suddenly, messy wind shakes on tired trees, dry, red, orange leaves are surrounding here, there, everywhere free. Sometimes gusty wind blows whistle day and night seems like, lifeless ghost has been dancing and crying in long, cold, scary night. Mother nature is accomplishing her trail, she is nearing the end of her cycle Dull sun is shrinking his day light So we all are preparing for cold, long hibernating season's night.
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Added on September 24, 2015 Last Updated on October 11, 2015 Author
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