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