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Windswept

A gentle breeze is blowing through the trees,
whistling a lively tune in an aspen grove.
Rustling golden leaves as if they were dancing
to Autumn's song before they tumble and fall.
Windswept to the ground, an amber carpet
found when nature wants to change her gown.

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2023

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Richard Lamoureux Date: 10/19/2023 8:05:00 AM Beautiful imagery. :0) Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 10/19/2023 8:25:00 AM Thanks very much. ;-)

Daisy Meadows Date: 10/18/2023 12:39:00 AM A lovely Autumn poem. Well written. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 10/18/2023 3:08:00 AM Thanks so much, Jeanette.

Jeff Connelly Date: 10/17/2023 5:42:00 PM A sense of the serene in this one Lin. Very nice image conveyed. Thanks Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 10/17/2023 5:54:00 PM With grateful acknowledgement.

Terry Flood Date: 10/17/2023 3:28:00 PM A lovely Autumnal write, Lin. I’ve just discovered that our enormous cherry tree is a harlot and an exhibitionist… it’s been very windy here today, and yet that cherry tree simply threw her gown to the ground… No slow striptease for her… best get my broom, I guess Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 10/17/2023 3:56:00 PM awww, let her enjoy her swan song, Terry. Maybe she shed her gown so you would notice. Harlot!! really. Don't ever lose your wit.