Autumn Poem by Paula Puddephatt

Autumn



Leaves turn to gold, bronze, copper, burgundy.
It still feels warm, but sometimes there’s a chill
In the evening air. We wait until
The leaves begin to tumble from the trees.
What we feel now is more like wind than breeze,
And we anticipate the winter’s freeze.

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