Fall

The many words all baffle me,

The sights around me, confusing.

But I pick up what was free,

And tied up what was hanging.

The orange trees were a sight to see,

The autumn foliage is enticing.

The air around pollution free,

My garden needs good cleaning.

The brown branches were stripped of leaves,

For all of it was strewn on the ground.

The harvest season that called for long sleeves,

Was here to make its whispering sound.