Free Verse Poem with Rhyming Scheme
Fall One by one, leaves twist and twirl in the air while tree branches start to show. Leaves delicately depart as they go, leaving all the limbs bare. The burning orange and red in the trees and yellow as rich as gold, contrasts with the bitter cold that finds its way in the breeze. Nighttime creeps into daylight well before I can even finish my work leaving the world cold and dark on another fall night.