Saturday, October 19, 2013


Descending leaves fall to the ground,
Twirling, twisting, round and round,

Autumn season is almost here,
The smell of freshness is oh so near. 

The crisp, cool breeze,
Shakes the leaves from the trees, 

Autumn takes away the green, 
Golden-bronze and brown is all that can be seen.

© Ryan Larkin

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