Alexa Hudak



The sun descends behind the mountains,

Blessing the bare sky with beauty.  

You stop to watch for awhile,  

For the air tastes rather fruity.  


The wind begins to roar

And the trees dance to the sound, 

Leaves betray their green 

And scatter all around. 


Reds, yellows and browns

Begin to lather the Earth’s skin, 

And you start to ask yourself,

Where has this weather been?


That’s when you start to realize

It’s that time of the year,

And you whisper in sync with the breeze, 

“Fall is finally here.”

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