This is a poem I'm writing for an exercise in tone. Let me know what tone you think it gives off. Anything is helpful. It's part of the assignment.
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Autumn
leaf dance,
colored whirlwinds at street corners
shift with traffic,
goldenrod, burnt orange, and vermilion,
prettier than dust devils,
magical, free,
meanwhile, the last few cling steadfast,
laughing, from a nearby tree,
Then color-loss brings
tans, copper, rust, raw umber,
and leaf piles,
crunch, crackle,
feet kick them, and jump them,
and still, the last few sing,
“Can’t catch me!”
colored whirlwinds at street corners
shift with traffic,
goldenrod, burnt orange, and vermilion,
prettier than dust devils,
magical, free,
meanwhile, the last few cling steadfast,
laughing, from a nearby tree,
Then color-loss brings
tans, copper, rust, raw umber,
and leaf piles,
crunch, crackle,
feet kick them, and jump them,
and still, the last few sing,
“Can’t catch me!”
Early
Autumn snow dance,
Hey,
let them be.
Hey,
let them be.
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