Decorate The Dead
Atop a cold breeze,
Jack Frost inks the trees.
And bright colors paint each leaf;
orange, gold, and red
decorate the dead,
making Fall beyond belief.
The songbirds have gone,
silence greets the dawn,
And dead leaves litter the ground,
swirling in the air
and blown everywhere;
like confetti tossed around.
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