Alive and snapping air Orange, yellow, red apples Orange, yellow, red trees And unraked piles of leaves From terrific prairie wind Whistling through brown stalks of corn. Is it possible to be so alive In a season that’s dying?
Fall

Alive and snapping air Orange, yellow, red apples Orange, yellow, red trees And unraked piles of leaves From terrific prairie wind Whistling through brown stalks of corn. Is it possible to be so alive In a season that’s dying?