Student+Poems

__ Colors of Autumn __ draft 2 By: Samantha 11-11-09 Halloween is far past, and I’m waiting for Thanksgiving, who peeks around the corner, threatening to come any day now. Outside, through the wind and flurry of a very colorful tornado, my dog dances around my backyard, twirling like a ballerina as she paws at the fluttering leaves.

The trees bend and sway, transforming their breathtaking colors to new shades. They deposit their foliage gently back to the forest floor, like re-gifting, or a snake shedding its worn out skin.

Some will turn crimson, ripe tomatoes in a garden. Others are flakes of gold floating down a muddy riverbank. Special oranges are reserved for the lucky leaves, to match the disintegrating pumpkins that decorate each porch.

These colors of Autumn only shine once a year when Halloween is far past, and Thanksgiving peeks around the corner.