Autumn

I walk through a leafy archway
Which leads to a country lane,
With trees of many colors
All untouched by the rain.

Leaves of red, orange and yellow
Falling slowly all around,
Colors telling of their past
Now lie upon the ground.

by Edyth E. Ashcraft

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