FALLING LEAVES - by Mariah Christian Kendall

FALLING   LEAVES by  Mariah Christian Kendall Red, Orange, Yellow, and Brown All these colors on the ground Crunch! Crack! Stepping on the leaves Is like popping popcorn in the breeze. Oh my; do you smell that? The purfume is pumpkin pie Looking out the window Nature left a gift The trees have branches that are bare They don't seem to care All the colors look like a quilt With plaid patches of a kilt Fall celebration will all too soon end I look forward to its return Fall is the sound of peace For its arrival I will yearn.