Dear Readers, Another picture taken by my wonderfully talented sister A. Here's a poem on Fall.
Leaves that float down from the tree's
While the others turn their colors in the Autumn breeze
They scent the sky as they touch the frosty morning air
They sing they're sweet song as they paint the world fair
Each leaf is exquisite lovely and unique
and fills each tree with it's own form of chic
Fall of the silky air and sweet smells of winter coming on
They fill the air with the lull of the dawn
And so brings another day with laughter and love
And the droplets that shall again sprinkle down from above.