Fall: A Poem

I love the smokey grey of the sky in Fall

The rustling of the leaves

Their shifting colors from dark green to orange lights

The chill within the breeze

I love the scent of fire that moves upon the wind

Longer nights and rain that falls

The touch of woolen clothing, hoodies, and pumpkins




Here I am working on Chapter 21 of AG and the sound of rustling leaves came in through my open window, drawing my eyes away from the computer screen and towards the dark sky. I smiled and said aloud the first line of the poem above and decided to make it a quick poem. Because, I just LOVE the fall!


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