The mornings colder
That smell in the air
Leaves are a-crunching
Falling everywhere
Jack Frost is stirring
Children's cheeks turn red
Yet in the daylight
Some warmth can be said
Apples are ripenin'
Turning red and green
If you look closely
You might see some leaves
A world in slumber
Soon will come to be
Then comes spring again
Cycl'ing endlessly
Oh, what sweet chaos
And what swirling fun
Is this thing called fall
From under the sun
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Poems of All Ages and Colors:
PoetryA series of poems written by myself, with no general pattern or structure. What will you get from them? Let me know if you have any suggestions/poems, as well as what you got from the poem! Nothing's wrong, it's subjective, though I do have a meanin...
