"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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