End of Autumn

 Burnt auburn trees, cold, rusty wind

Christmas lined houses, colorful streets

The sun is winding down, and it’s only 4:30.

A tell-tale sign of the end of autumn.

Cold, wintry air greets the night

Like the moon greets the stars

Now, it’s morning

Frost hugs your window tight

The sky, sunny

My nose runny

With end of autumn air all around me

written by Zoe