Leaves Rustle

Evening comes with full moon high
Leaves rustle along branches
They shake for cold wind comes
Wind whisper among leaves
Telling them darkness will last longer
For which their color will drain
Turning them brown, red, orange and yellow
And one by one they drop in heaps to ground
Their life drying up crumbling when footsteps trod

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Winter [Revision]

Winter has come at last
Its cold tentacles reach out
Making the air cold to touch
Blows its breath to cold winds
Make land barren with snow
And where ice flings out afterwards
Laying rivers to frozen roads
Raging into a large winter storm.

Enjoying Fresh Breezes

Windows down fresh breezes come through
Hear wind rustle as we drive on highway
I glance to backseat for a moment
Her snout raises in air
Look of awe with eyes close
She soaks up sents in air
She pauses, looks at me with doggy smile
As if to say thank you for putting windows down
Now would you mind driving longer
For I am enjoying the breezes right now