Fall comes

leaves on trees begin to turn,

then like a huge gust of wind

it's cold, rainy and gray.

Fall comes again

after the storm

even more brilliant than the first time.

Bright red, yellow and orange burst

from trees.

The sky is so blue, the bluest crayon

couldn't add more color.



There is something I like about every season, but I think there are more things a like about fall. In my opinion it is very near to perfect.