Autumn Leaves
the leaves are turning gold and red
falling, falling they swirl, twirl and whirl
like floating stained glass spinning in the air
soon, they gather in piles over here and there
and I seek the perfect designed by nature ones
to press within the trembling pages of old books
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September 16, 2021
Poetry/Verse/autumn leaves
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1389219-16
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem, No 21
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 9/30/2021
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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