A flurry of dry, brown leaves
swirl round my feet
There's a touch, a wave of cool in morning to greet
Four or five leaves on a maple tree tell a story
Of fall's approaching glory
I hold my hand up like a traffic cop
Waiting for sweet gum balls to drop
If I keep waiting for the inevitable
I'm soon gifted with colors incredible
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