b'Last Fall By Jonathan Lauria18The leaves fall down,Taking the temperature with them.The dog days of summer have finally finished their yearly game of fetch,They tuck tail and run at the sight of bonfires and playoff baseball.The leaves fall down,Blown now by the winds of change.Football, Pumpkin Pie, and Jack-O-Lanterns Are the only certainties in this season.The leaves fall down, Like the ticking of the clock.The freshmen green quickly burningInto a red descent.The leaves fall down,Like puzzle pieces into place.A curious beauty is about them now,And somewhere in their colorful chaosIn their crunched up pieces and unruly pilesA design is emerging.A divine mosaic just waiting to be discovered.| 7 |'