Autumn is reflected in rich saturated reds, golds, purples, and browns
It clings to trees with the colors dripping onto the ground
Autumn flowers are mounds of orange, gold, purple, white and red
Like glorious color explosions before they go to bed
Autumn leaves are blown, stripped and Fall to the ground
They dry out and shrivel while brisk winds swirl them around
The leaves of Fall that crunch under foot, when raked are piled high
Children of all ages into the piles will jump and dive
Autumn is the name of the season
Fall is the reaction with timely reason
Autumn or Fall, whatever the name, whatever the reason
Whichever you choose 'tis a beautiful season!
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