Easing down the
gravel road,
yellow leaves
spiral across,
like a welcome
to the cool,
Autumn morning.
Gracefully they float,
through the air,
the trees will
soon be bare,
bowing to a
new season.



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Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
over 4 years

We welcome every season especially when they are expressed in such a wonderful poem.

Richard Walker
almost 7 years

Excellent verse, a favourite

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