Living here in the Middle East, we don't have autumn as such, so I really enjoyed your poem, its images and the reminder (a kind of childhood reminder) of what autumn is all about with its aura of seasonal end and flaming colors. Thank you. John
I kind of hate seeing them go as my back bedroom borders a local park and the leaves let me know when it is windy or raining...but I kind of look forward to the winters cold and snow...I can still talk to the trees, they are always there...-e-
Beautiful the colours of the fall season.
Leaves are the life of a season remembered.
Lady Mary Ann
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Deborah.
Love ya!
Jane