The dry, cracked leaves rustle in the breeze. The autumn air is cold and just about to freeze them. A rainbow-colored swirl: orange, brown, red— the leaves are flying fast as many trees shed 5 them. Leaves raked into piles like old, discarded trash— until a group of kids jumps in and tries to smash them. Which vivid word choice does the poet use to describe the piles of leaves? A) flying fast B) tries to smash C) old, discarded trash D) just about to freeze