Crunch

Leaves of gold, leaves like fire

They hit my face and the taste was bitter

But I laughed. And the sunlight poured down

Though the stained-glass canopy of leaves

 

The brown ones, they crunched

Crumbled beneath clumsy old boots

My fears and worries, they crunched too

Whisked away by crisp autumn wind

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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