first_two_quatrains_of_a_sonnet jane autumn as summer turns to shorter days of fall and hot air falls to colder winds that blow to western lands, the leaves from trees do stall and linger in this blowing breeze, then go the leaves dare not the same color remain they go from green to gold to red to brown until comes weather like the wind and rain that grab the leaves and help carry them down . 021203 ... ....................................... ............ 021208 ... somebody ............ 030821 what's it to you? who go blather from