Leaves
.L
e
a
v
e
s
drip from the sky. Colorful
foliage excites my eye.
fresh new and shiny
clean.Some are green
and others dry. Some plum-
met down while others fly. When
they fall, they make me cry.In their
shadow Newton wondered why
On windy days they’re tossed
, blown and
other times
thrown.
By Robb A. Kopp
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Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010
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