AutumnA Poem by Verina BlancheDarkness shows itself more quickly And people are wearing jackets. The leaves on the trees are turning from a luscious green To red, orange, and yellow Before they fall to the ground. There is a spooky feeling in the air As children on their bicycles ride Past houses decorated With ghosts and witches. Crops are being harvested And a man sneezes as he drives past carrying families on a hayride. Students crunch through the fallen leaves On their way to school. My favorite time of the year. © 2008 Verina BlancheReviews
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