It is the time when green leaves are turning red, yellow and purple.
Those leaves are falling down from trees in the wind.
The fall air is cold and it's blowing those leaves.
It is the time for raking leaves.
It is the time for pumpkins, apples, haunted houses, and corn mazes.
When smoke from chimneys start to fill the air.
Spooky spirits swirl in the air.
And spooky scars are lingering everywhere.
It is time for fall once again.
Poem by Ed Whitcomb, Williston Central School
Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.
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