A cool wind is blowing, <br />Through the trees. <br />Rustling the leaves, <br />With the autumn breeze. <br />Multi-colored leaves abound, <br />Floating continuously, <br />To the grateful ground. <br />You can smell rain, <br />In the autumn air, <br />As the sun starts to wane, <br />And the trees stand bare. <br />Autumn is here, <br />And that can only mean, <br />Winter is near, <br />But as yet unseen. <br />Falling leaves orange and red, <br />Piling up all around, <br />Many branches left unclad, <br />Falling leaves making no sound. <br /> <br />10/2/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-leaves-9/
