Fall In East Texas
By Scherri Bissell
A silent rain of yellow, orange, red and brown.
No it wasn’t a wet rain I say
But it was a colorful rain of leaves.
Some rained straight to the ground
While others twirled and whirled around
Later as I took a walk
I heard a sound
It was the wind blowing
Causing the leaves that were rained down to drag their feet
As they crossed the street
Sometimes they just scraped the concrete
As they played red rover, red rover send all the leaves over
Fall in East Texas is a beauty to see
I hope you will join me
For a look or a listen!