#Ovi #India
Autumn leaves come tumbling down.
Yellow, red, ochre, and golden brown
In the village, and also in the town.
Relentless in her passion's dance.
Autumn trees will soon stand bare.
Empty branches just hanging there.
Until the snow coats them with flair.
Beautiful in stark winter's garb.
Autumn fruits are all long gone
And conker games have been won.
The wheel turns and Autumn is done.
Winter darkens to the shortest day.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2023
VIXEN of VERSE 
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