Fall Poem by Gayle Sweeney

Like burning embers in ashes the fall blossoms glow.
Red, yellow and orange colors from sunny trees blow.
The flowers while awaking saw a blanket of frost.
Flaring leaves in the sparkling air float down and crisscross.
The rich, lasting gems turned aflame in the golden sun,
The leaves are pure, bright signals of a blazing autumn.
Here some majestic trees in the strong winds gently bent
And to the soft, wondrous earth a magnificence sent!