Monday, November 7, 2016
Monday's Riddle: Falling in Time...
We're up to fall; love a squall, float and flutter by short and tall. Brown, yellow, orange and red; off we are, left for dead. Roots in time, dug in deep, bound to grow, then onto reap. Let go, travel light, reappear into sight. Each a path set to take, by breath of wind or tyne of rake.
What are we? Stop by Wednesday for the answer.
I gave you a clue!
Posted by DMS at 9:07:00 AM