Fall Poem Fall Springing from the branches, a rainbow dances, weaving and sifting among the grove; Parchments of a summer’s toil- giving me my annual foil as into the piles, I dove. Others are Reading Turning Point Goodbye Daddy Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: My Room FLARE on GOD 117 Poet’s Workshop: Duple Meter The Vastness of the Sky Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * two + = 10