The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves gold and crisp
Falling down in the slightest wisp

Falling from their Mother's limb
To the ground so soft, so dim

Falling floating on a breeze
To the ground's cold frosty freeze

From bright colors fit for a crown
To a cold, dark, dingy old brown

Majestic trees tall and bright
With their colors they're quite a sight

Sadly they give their leaves to the ground
So the seasons can start on another round
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