Leaves Of Lemon.

The air, cotton-wool soft.

And leaves of lemon

Gently plucked, dance

A graceful autumn waltze.

Round and round, they circle down.

To find, as if by chance,

Their place upon the autumn's floor,

Within her patchwork gown.


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Observation in the moment poems - this one is alive with motion and colors - Enjoyed thoroughly. - Stella



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Many thanks Stella, it was a

Many thanks Stella, it was a lovely day, and the leaves were so pretty and graceful dancing their way down. I'm very pleased you enjoyed it :-) Sue. Xx