Going…

Yellow, gold and brown

All the leaves fall down

Fallen in a mound

As the wind whirls round

Rain streaks the windows

As the wild storm blows

Hail mixed into icy rain

Knocks more leaves down again

Time has ended for them now

Rotten, crumbled, so they go.

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