Have you experienced a fall? This is not about tripping and falling flat on the ground. This is about a weather condition. In this poem, Portrait of fall by Alora M. Knight, the poet painted fall in a self-explanatory idea.
Looking out my window
In October’s golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.
Leaves are saying soft good-byes
As they come floating down
To make a nature’s carpet
Of yellow, red, and brown.
Mountain tops now turned to white,
Forewarn of winter chills,
While trees, like golden rivers,
Wind their way up through the hills.
Throughout our world’s creation
You will ever find it thus,
Kaleidoscopes of colour,
In God’s hand, the artist’s brush.
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