Fall Roulette
Wayward wind whistles while it weaves
A magical maze of colours
Through rustling red rampaging leaves,
Gems not found in all jewellers,
Down they dance on startled strollers;
Falling freely in the fast breeze,
Garnet gold do a pirouette,
Bare branches stick out in tall trees,
Creating silent silhouette,
Telling it's time for Fall roulette.
10.14.2020
For Francine Roberts' "Autumn" poetry contest
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2020
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