When the Leaves Come Down
Breezes blowing, balmy and sweet.
Leaves falling gently at my feet.
Crispy sounds I hear, as they land nearby.
Beautiful colors floating down from the sky.
Lovely time of year, when the leaves come down,
Covering the whole Earth with red, yellow, and brown.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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