Fall
© Erica L. Ordway
The seasonal cycle of Fall being washed away by winter.
A great procession of leaves ushers in fall,
Green now disguised by yellow red and brown,
Falling and listening to the grounds call,
Leaves decorate the outside like a bright crown.
Wind begins this chilly season's fresh start,
Slow at first but picks up speed in due time,
The way the wind places the leaves is an art,
Much like words placed on paper to show rhyme,
Fall is the new victim to winters chill,
This season is the one that can destroy,
Covering the ground with snow is its thrill,
Traces of fall are gone, winter finds joy.
The cycle goes on throughout the long year,
Fall can accept this now and has no fear.
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