Autumn Leaves
Twisting, turning, churning
Gathering, scattering, fleeing
down the lane swiftly
they all go drifting.
All colors of the rainbow
once in awhile they gather real low
sweeping, leaping, reaping.
As if they all ready know
their time almost over for now
down to the very bottom
leaves boasting of ending autumn.
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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