leaves flutter
to curl crisp yellow
for my feet
to whisper through
as the breeze cools
Random Word: Walkies
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leaves flutter
to curl crisp yellow
for my feet
to whisper through
as the breeze cools
Random Word: Walkies
Your poem is lovely; I want to go to there!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeletesmiles. i can feel that wind like a fresh breath...nice. thanks for linking up to one shot!
ReplyDeletesmall is beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteFor my feet to whisper through. Oh yes, that line is like a fresh new breeze through my mind. Lovely! :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like an idyllic place. Makes me want to be there.
ReplyDeleterefreshing lines. thanks :)
ReplyDeleteExcellently done.
ReplyDeletenice picture--warm words.
ReplyDeletesmiles,
its beautifullll :D
ReplyDeleteFantastic imagery. "for my feet / to whisper through", great lines.
ReplyDeletePlease take me there, awesome work my friend ~ Amanda
ReplyDeleteI can feel the crunch of the leaves and hear the whisper of the breeze - delightful.
ReplyDeleteso glad you joined us for One Shot Wednesday
Moon smiles
i love yellow leaves .. same i loved this :)
ReplyDeletehi, been away for a week and catching up with all the wonderful posts at one shot..i walked that walk with you..so very well said..cheers Pete
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