Where have all the leaves gone?
White powdery wet stuff
Falls from the sky
Covering everything in sight and
Little ones tilt their heads up
Mouths open to catch a flake
Scooping handfuls into balls to throw
The air is crisp and cold with a
Faint smell of a warm fire burning
Prompt: write a poem that
Is specific to a season
Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell).
Includes a rhetorical question.