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My entry for the Autumn contest. A description of the color changing leaves. |
| Hands that change colors Reach for the sky, Swaying back and forth Against a gentle breeze. One red, one green, one orange Battle time and season To clutch fading arms And stretch upwards. Blistering cold breath Nibbles on their fingertips, Causing them to wilt. They fall to the ground. The earth below Is no help, As they fade into brown And join their brothers in the dirt. |