My autumn leaves.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
By, Shae L. Kamerer.
My Autumn leaves rain down from the trees, like rain in September. The sky so grey like a depressed animal moaping around. The air so cold and crip it burns your lungs when you breath.

Submitted: March 02, 2015

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By, Shae L. Kamerer
My autumn leaves.

Autumn leaves rain down from the trees, like rain in September. The sky so grey like a depressed animal moaping around. The air so cold and crip it burns your lungs when you breath. The only color you can find aside from the dead grass is the beautiful leaves. You have a rainbow of wonderful leaves. You have orange, yellow, brown, red, somewhat green ones. Even leaves that are two deffrent colors, you the ones that are darkening into a yellow, brown and red. Autumn is a beautiful season. The other seasons are beautiful too but not as beautiful as Autumn. As the wind blows the leaves swirl, into a colorful mess. The sun so dim so distant yet so lively. The birds so quite, the squirles still look for food. Cars roar by. Crushing almost every leaf that lays in their way. crushed leaves turn into mulch. Akorns lay under akorn trees, squirles collect all that the can possibly carry. When night falls the fridged cold draws people into their warm houses where they enjoy watching t.v and drinking either hot chocolate, coffee or, tea. When the morning light comes, children hurry out to rake the leaves and jump into the piles for hours of fun. After all the fun they go inside to be treated with a hot beverage and a nice warm bed. The next day they play in the leaves again entil the parents say it is time to bag the leaves, and take 'em to the dump. Or the parents choose to use the leaves for mulch. As winter rolls around all the leaves become coverd in write powdery snow. It's as if all the leaves dissapear under a white blanket. Soon autumn is winter and all you see is white and snow flakes rain down out of the sky.

I hope you like what you read.


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