BY KENDEL OKON

Autumn comes without a sound
Silent signs of autumn fall to the ground.
Falling down, orange and green,
Leave winter yet to be seen.
Leave summer behind.
You await the barren trees
The world lies so desolate.
Yet it seemed just a week ago,
Those trees set off an autumn glow.
Shades of yellow, orange, and brown,
Gave each tree a festive gown.
Crisp wind blows them here and there,
Blown away without a care.
When winter comes
They'll have to go
But they'll return again next year
For the autumn show.