Fall Is Here! Poem by Happy Hippie Girl

The air so cool,
The coldness fill my nostrils.
As I walk faster the cold hits me,
As if I just ran into a rock wall.
The wind blows my hair from my face,
baring my ear.
My extremities are getting cold,
turning a light purple.
Not a cloud in the sky.
The sun brightly shining
through what leaves are now left
on mostly barren trees.
As the remaining leaves start to
wither they start turning
brown, then slowly they fall to the earth.
Awaiting the rebirth, of the next season.