Sometimes I breathe quietly beneath the trees
watching leaves rain down and thinking
We’ve made it to another autumn.
Orange, green, and yellow
still waiting on that deep mulberry wine
to finish out the set.
Leaves whisper before they let go,
slipping toward the ground
with a sigh.
– Laura Hargrove
That is stunning Laura
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Thank you. 🙂
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Lovely poem Laura.
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Thank you, Sadje. 🙂
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You’re welcome
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A beautiful poem Laura. It captures the essence of the feeling of fall.
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Thanks so much, John.
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😁
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