Autumn Departs
Date Unkown
The rippling, snow white clouds drift across the clear, blue sky like flower petals on a
blue-green pond.
The smokey smell of winter hovers in the air like boredom on a hot summer day.
The last fall leaves dangle from the bare branches of oaks and maples.
With their crimsons and yellows, purples and oranges, they sway gracefully in the wind, begging to be set free before the cold harshness of winter arrives.
Autumn Departs © 2001
