A gust of cold wind
A nip on the nose
Reminds me to stop
And watch fall leaves flow
Leaves rustle and crunch
With each step I take
I'm glad my neighbor
Has misplaced his rake
Most people look up
For colors of fall
Watch tall trees drop leaves
Bright colors enthrall
I like to look down
Each leaf I review
Check out the colors
That sleepy trees strew
Look! Small dark red leaves
The color of wine
Round mounds of orange
Like pumpkins on vine
Bright yellow leaves twirl
And swirl under trees
Reminding me of
A fat bumblebee
A green and red leaf
A season to come
Hearing soft whispers
My throat starts to hum
A gust of cold wind
A nip on the nose
Reminds me to stop
And watch fall leaves flow
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Lyrical Porch II
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