Autumn
Autumn is awesome in early fall with colors covering over all.
Utterly confused by weather changing, the leaf colors always rearranging.
This day warm, the next one cold, the wind is mild or else it's bold.
Until Autumn gets too close to Winter and very soon Jack Frost will enter.
Most of its days grow frigid then, the bear is nestled in her den.
Now Autumn packs her vivid hues, leaving only white for Winter's use.
Written Sept. 29 for contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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