Fall Is At Hand
The wind whispers to the leaves that Fall is at hand,
Blossoming red, orange, and gold just as planned.
They whirl and they twirl knowing what is at stake,
Then fall to their death for a date with a rake.
3/11/16
Late October Standard Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Awarded 2nd place
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