Autumn Poem
By Felix Thompson
When the leaves change colours and the air turns cold
I see the time move, saying that Autumn has come.
Trees shine with gold and ruby red leaves like a soft carpet to lie on.
The grass and paths made crunchy noises as dogs and people walked by.
Burning velvet red and blood orange brushing the landscape.
Beautiful blue skies with caramel hills.
The winds swirl nutty and undress the trees until the last leaf falls.
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