There is nothing more precious to an old Vermont heart
As when it turns cooler and autumn starts
Natural beauties of falling leaves
Raked in piles and pulled from eaves
A welcomed task no bother for me
It’s the beautiful colors I’m privileged to see.
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https://amanpan.com/2020/09/14/eugis-weekly-prompt-autumn-leaves-september-14-2020/
Wonderful poem that makes me yearn for a week in New England. Thanks for posting this.
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I do too🍁
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Thanks
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I hope we can see the colors of New England next year…well, we might not be up there early enough for nature’s display but I’m anxious about revisiting the area again. Thanks for sharing your delight poem inspired by Eugenia’s weekly word prompt. Have wordtastic afternoon!
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Lovely poetic words.
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Thanks for reading
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Thank you
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I love the visuals in your poem! Fall is such a beautiful time of the year and my favorite season! Thank you so much for joining in.
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