I'm Not a Poet But...

Just a collections of poems that I've written. Hope you like them.


16. Fall

It’s that time of year again,
Where the leaves begin to change,
To many different pretty colors,
Of reds, blues, and yellows.

They flutter from the branches,
And crunch under my feet,
The birds begin to fly away,
And the bugs start to die.

Summer has faded away,
And fall makes its entrance,
Time to break out jackets and coats,
And snuggle up to someone you love.

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