Fall

It is about fall....don;t know what else to say.

Reds, greens, yellows, and browns,

I see the leaves falling to the ground.

I feel the slight breeze.

 

The wind dances through the leaves,

Making them dance all around.

Circling each other in pairs.

 

The wind swirls the leaves on the ground,

Throwing dust particles into the air,

Moving earths blanket.

 

Fall prepares the earth

For the cold,

Frigid grips of winter.

Author's Note

Just goofing off, creative criticism welcome.