When all the leaves fall 9/10

In the breeze of the Summer’s end
Autumn wind bursts forth in bitterness
Causing the world to wither in a state
Of perpetual dismay.
Or so the season would like to think
As it tries to turn into the cold of Winter
But with a warm blanket
And a cup of tea by my side
I can feel the warmth run
Thorough me as I read by the window
Watching the world change.
The reds, the oranges, the browns
Are all signs of Autumn’s coming
They are not dismal colors or hues
But a shade of knowing that
Soon a frosty snow coated world
Will come when all the leaves have fallen.


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