Fall

Swirling, whirling, gently twirling,
Skies have darkened, tauntingly.
Mild, not cold.
Brown, not white.
Commotion, not silent.
A breeze beckons trees, unfurling,
To unload their burdens, hauntingly.
I stand among this dancing fall
Surrounded by an autumn squall.

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