The First To Final Breaths Of Autumn Twisting, twirling, floating, down. Leaves of golden yellow and crimson brown. The crisp leaves crunched, the soggy Leaves like big stickers on the grey slabs Red and orange blotched all over. Suuddenly the ferocious winds scream, And the ice threatens to jab and pierce, The bare trees brave the brunt Their warm blanket shed to the ground. The twigs blown off without a fight The branches trembled with fear But underneath all; the roots stood still, The anchor is what keeps it grounded. When the colours fade to grey, and the leaves have lost theor crunch, Time slows down for one moment. The grey slabs stuck with leaves of ugly grey Visions blotched with leaves, No colour and no crunch, yet Children still go out and play. When dusk peacefully settles to eternal night, dreaming down, Forever to a time of golden yellow, crimson brown. /NIC 2K15/ I am especially pround of the heroic cuplet at the end. I wrote this in 20 mins at 11 o'clock. Full of lovely techniques