Fall Poem by John I Nash
Fall
Cold moist air, sparkles of color the leaves of fall share. All of God's wonder this time of year. Blue gray clouds abundant above, the crackle of leaves underfoot this is what I love. The scent of burning leaves the smoke filled air that is shared with the morning mist and dew. Green mountains turning form bright colors to gray blue, this wonder I give to you.
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