The fiery hues of the leaves,
A Beautiful array of colors in the trees.
The sight does fleet,
As the fallen provide a satisfying crunch
Under the feet.
Enjoy it before you grab the rake,
An ode to the new season,
The sounds they do make.
But alas, the mizzle does enhance
The rot, decay and break.
On the verge of withering away.
Savor the leaves display,
as they crackle on the ground.
Unfortunate, for disposal they are bound.
Trudie
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