As the breeze blows I start to sneeze,brown,orange colorful leaves. The breeze was as strong as a tornado. As I smell the warm autumn air I feel a leave upon my hair.

As I file a pile of leaves I hear the munching crunching leaves, As the breeze calms down the shorter the day gets. It’s cold but bright i’m drifting away so is the day, As I rake up the leaves and prepare for the breeze.The breeze is strong no match for me as I gaze upon a falling leaves,I use the rake to gather the leaves then the breeze lets them free.

Leaves are falling trees are bear I pick a peck of orange pumpkins                                           and mush them upon my hair.

As I witness the wind upon my chin,As I settle for the last day of Autumn.I walk outside I see my breath upon the blue sky as I prepare for the next season to arrive.

By:Amelia