Fall
Fall creeps in as summer's long days come to an end.
Daylight becomes shorter and days grow colder.
Brought forth in the most beautiful way is when fall is on full display.
Leaves of green burst into colors in which once a year trees are covered.
Red, orange, golden and brown are the leaves that fall to the ground.
Leaves are blown to and fro by winds that begin to blow.
Some begin to hibernate or migrate for others death doesn't Procrastinate. Still becomes fall as old man winter is about to call.
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019
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