Fall Poem

I had mixed feelings on this year's Fall, so one time I just mixed them all into one short poem. Fall is an amazing season, my favorite of them all. I absolutely love the changing colors, it makes this time of year almost like an artist that didn't like the colors in his painting so he painted over them with different colors, changing the scene drastically.

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Fall Has Arrived

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Published: October 2008

The gush of wind blew my hair,
Straight up to the unforgiving air.
Fall was peaking around the trees,
Leaves would pile high,
soon up to my knees.
Hello orange, yellow, and red,
goodbye green,
Bye-bye June, July, and August,
hello Halloween.
The warmth is gone and won



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