The leaves become painted

For they are no longer tainted

With pigments of green

What's usually hidden is now seen

The true beauty is now revealed

Colours no longer concealed

Leaves do not turn colourful

Though that thought is bountiful

Sadly it doesn't last

For winter comes fast

Chilly winds blow through

Knocking the leaves down is what they do

Don't forget the rain that comes

Sometimes cold enough that it numbs

Fingers and toes

But that's just how autumn goes

However you should ignore the cold

For this is the time when the beauty will unfold

The colours of the trees are now true

Even though this is nothing new

Still, it's a beautiful sight

Enjoy it, before autumn takes its flight

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Turning into winter