Autumn precedes the chilly winter. It is the 'fall'. It is rain of dry leaves filling the ground. The leafless boughs are ready to plunge into a harsh winter. It’s a chain of seasons in life.
Autumn...
It is Autumn ….Leaves fall dry.
'Fall' does not hold
the green and the lush on the boughs.
Comes the winter …
Then the riotous spring.
Buds break out again.
A festival of tender green.
Trees sway in leafy glory.
On the ground,
Still its the ruffle of the old dry leaves.
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