Poem of the week
As the rich red, yellow, and orange colors start to plaster the leaves,
the weather begins to cool.
We sit or climb in trees and watch the sun bounce off the beautiful colors of fire.
We try to soak up the last days of fall
as the frost and 32 degree weather starts to take over.
Then when we see all the colors on the ground and the first snowfall,
we wait for fall to come again.
You painted your images very brightly. I loved the word choices you made, such as “colors start to plaster the leaves” and “beautiful colors of fire.” I will never, ever get tired of fall either!
I agree with miss B that was a good poem!