I sat on a bench,
and watched the autumn leave fall.
A gentle breeze would shake them loose,
until they drifted to the ground.
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I love your carpet metaphor - a different one for each season. Yes. The image is most appealing - as is this delightful autumnal poem. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Don't talk to me about leaves, no sooner have you cleaned them off your path, when your up to your knees again, why can't they grow evergreens...10
Mr Harris What a fantastic poem