Fall Poems: 7/15
Nature, Fall

The Sun’s Canvas

© Mindy Mazza

To my mother, who will forever and always be my best friend.

The sun is a paint brush of colors,
Painting the leaves when the weather gets chilly,
From the color of fresh green grass
to the color of molten crimson,
Golden yellow and carrot orange,
Leaves are the many shaped canvas of the sun.

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