Fall is a sunset,
Growing cooler
but not yet cold.
The blue of the sky before
As brilliant and bold,
As the green of the leaves
Before they grow old.
Then, caught off guard,
BEHOLD
Leaves burst into color,
Red, orange and gold.
Wind plucking them from the trees
Blowing them around, uncontrolled.
A whirlwind of color
Too quick to hold.
Once the sun sets
And the leaves have grown old.
They’ve fallen to the ground
The sky balck and cold.
For fall is a sunset,
A quick second of gold.
A beautiful painting,
It’s wonders untold.