Fall

by Jacqueline Fifer   Oct 20, 2007


You step outside you know its coming.
You can see your breath, hot against the cold morning air.

You see the leaves begin to fall like colorful confetti.
you hear the crunching sounds beneath your feet. It almost here.

you see the school supplies your. You see people return from their warm summer trips. And you know its here.
Fall.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Oceansoul

    Its coming,= "it's coming
    It almost here., it is (it's )
    its here.......it's

    spelling errors will make any poem look bad
    keep an eye on it ,

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