Blowing Fall Season

Blowing Fall Season

A Poem by Shahanaz
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Colorful, blowing fall season proves losing could be another stage of fun.

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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.

© 2015 Shahanaz


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Added on September 24, 2015
Last Updated on October 11, 2015

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Shahanaz
Shahanaz

mississauga, Ontario, Canada



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