.3. Tree’s Final Fling Poem by David Threadgold
.3. Tree’s Final Fling
How many colours
Make up autumns glow
When greens disappear
Before winters snow
Browns and bright reds
Plus orange and yellows
Glide down from the trees
As the season now mellows
Its nature reward
A tree’s final fling
Before standing bare
Till the onset of spring
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
Monday, October 20, 2008
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4/19/2024 12:50:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good stuff man, the trees are changing and dropping as we type