Miniature Chair with a View
In my cozy chair, so small and snug,
I watch fall leaves in a windy tug.
Crimson, amber, they whirl and sway,
Dancing in autumn's grand ballet.
The trees let go, one leaf, then two,
As I sit wrapped in a tiny view.
A world in miniature, warm and bright,
In dollhouse scale, the fall feels right.
