Here at the moment
It’s blowing a gale
A bright orange jacket
Delivered the mail
A big pile of leaves
Whirled around our back door
Then a great gust of wind
Blowing down many more
The biting cold wind
Cut the air like a knife
To bring down more leaves
Before giving them life
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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