The Fall (A Poem)
I made this poem up the other day. I was thinking about fall and how the beginning of the season is the end of the leaves. They are colorful, but it means they are dying. It is sad and beautiful at the same time. I hope y'all like the poem.
Colorful whispers dance on the afternoon breeze
One last, slow glowing waltz among the trees
Dazzling and twirling amid the branches
Swaying lively, taking chances
Living it up, one last soiree
A final tribute to the day
I took the photo accompanying the poem last week at a local park. I was looking for any fall color that had started here. We don't have much yet, but I liked the look of these leaves.
All text and photos are the property of Angel Sharum.
Image Credit » Photo by Angel Sharum (me)