By Anisha Raghu, Class of 2026, Honorable Mention of “The Roar”‘s High School Fall Writing Contest!
Fall
Her hazel eyes a window to the soul,
Her hum like the whispers of a breeze,
Her piercing gaze youthful yet old,
Her thin voice like the rustle of leaves.
Her auburn hair like a sunlit candle,
Lighting the horizon in streaks of gold,
Like the flicker of fire on a night so still,
Flowing in moonlit waves strong and bold.
Her song an ode to the gleaming moon,
Like the whistling of wind in the night sky,
The stars dance to the soothing tune,
As the gale wipes at the tears of the heaven's cry.
As the clock turns beneath the cloudless sky,
A lonely bird lets out a shrieking call,
Her voice lingers between shards of ice,
As the last leaf begins its gentle fall.
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