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The glistening yellow sun shines down upon the golden brown fields harvested today.
Our gardens are cleared of the red, green, yellow vegetables and our canning is underway.
As we look across the orchard the pickers are on the last of the apples to be picked and sold.
The rustic color of the leaves are beginning to furl and we remember that fall has been born again.
As the sun sets it looks as if a fire was set to the orange, yellow, brown, red and green leaves.
A light breeze sets in and we hear a rustle as the leaves drop lazily upon the once green grass, as we drift off to sleep.
Written for: Russell Sivey's "Autumn, Fall Colors Contest"
Written on: 08/16/2012 By: Carol Brown
2nd Place Winner
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012