Autumn Harvest
Ripe red apples
where ladders lean against the trees
Ripe red apples
where rust and green creates a chapel
God's bounty nestles in the leaves
A taste of autumn scents the breeze
Ripe red apples!
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PD's contest: One Autumn Day
(Form.....Rondolet)
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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