Sunday, August 25, 2024

Who Colored the Leaves: Poem

 "Who Colored the Leaves?" Poem

The wind pushed leaves

On my hat and sleeves.

The leaves turned yellow and orange

Like corn and carrots

At my feet, very lows,

Where the wind blows

The red, brown, and yellows.

"Who colored the leaves?" -

Asked little girl playing with balls.

 It happens when it's bright and cold

When autumn approaches mold,

And trees are ready for winter's fold,

With the smear of a tinter pole.

Vibrant fall foliage we always adore

And the rest is amore.

Tomshinsky@2024


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