October and November leaves are all

Crisp orange and yellow records of

The past semester where the crisp crackles of

People’s footsteps upon them announce the

Passage of one and all from freshman

To sophomore or junior to senior

It all starts in the ninth month a new birth

Leaves crackle the way infants cry

Maybe each autumn should have its own name

So Fall, Leaves, Fall

Photo by Steven Cordes on Unsplash

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My name is Larry Trasciatti I live in Long Beach New York, am sixty two years old and have been writing poetry for around the past five years .

You can read more of my writing at EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO