As the leaves slowly change color
And the skies grow darker
As dawn turns to dusk
Quicker than the sea can change its tides
The mix of orange and reds
Along with the solid green of firs
The colors make a bright blanket
On the floor of the forests trails
Spreading like a solid wildfire
Yellows, reds, and oranges
Ombréd leaves soaking the land
In a natural hue of the cool weather
Pumpkin patches shimmer
With the bright vibrant colors
Of a crisp autumn morning
A thin mist falls over the hills
Masking the eye of falling apples
Red, round, and plump
They sit on their branches
Waiting to be plucked
By the new years' toddlers
As they make familiar memories
And share in a tradition
They will pass on throughout the years
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Poems by Me
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
