As tall as the buildings in New York City.                                               Watching TV and drinking

Getting colder like                                                                               Hot Chocolate with a blanket

Winter as the month                                                                             Lying over me.

Goes by.                                                                                              Looking out the window watching

All you see is the                                                                                  The snow fall down hard.

Colors of all the leaves,                                                                           Wondering if I'd be going to

Red as a fire's bright red flames,                                                                School the next day.

Orange as a ripe pumpkin,                                                                       But I'd probably be doing the

Yellow as the bright sun                                                                          Same thing I thought in my mind.

On a summer day.                                                                                          By: Amanda Winter

The smell of pumpkins

Is nearer and nearer until

It's actually Halloween.

That's Fall.

By: Amanda Winter