Alouette Me Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Atop a cold breeze, Jack Frost inks the trees. etching pigments on each leaf; orange, gold, and red, decorate the dead; in colors beyond belief. It's silent at dawn; the songbirds have gone. Painted leaves litter the ground swirling in the air, falling everywhere; like confetti tossed around.
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