
Autumn
October is a host,
To a party so grand.
Dressed in colorful attire,
The trees are geared up;
For a splendit celebration.
They sway in rhythm,
To the blustery wind.
Then throw out their leaves,
Of fallen confetti.
Such fête will wake up,
Grouchy Mr. Winter.
~ Leona M. Mars ~

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