Red and yellow
painted leaves
Hang idly within the trees
They break and sail
Along in the breeze
As fires of autumns time.
They dance and surf
Upon the ground
Overlap one and other
With a rustling sound
A setting I am glad I found
As fires of autumns time.
Like fires of the autumn
They leap and dance
Not needing a reason
A factor of autumn
And it's many days
As fires of autumns time.
The grey clouds break
the sun hides from view
The dancing leaves
Dance on in the breeze
Like an army of colour
An Amber glow
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